Highway to the Daybell Zone

So I'm giving in. Or up. I've created a blog. I've resisted this kind of thing for a long time, because I am, in general, uncomfortable with a strong online presence. Can I just take a moment to acknowledge the stress in creating a blog? The naming, and setup and overall pressure was almost enough for me to forget the whole idea. The title of this post was the runner up in blog names. With a name like Daybell, I had  lot of options: Make My Daybell, At the End of the Daybell, Here Todaybell, Gone Tomorrow. Then there were less obvious options: H2Low (my middle school rapper name - sadly no raps, just the name), or I considered the Hungarian route. It's a super antiquated language and translates poorly, and therefore hysterically, into English. But I guess there are quite a few Hungarian/English speaking bloggers out there because most of the phrases that had meaning for me were taken. I looked at friends blogs and marveled at their creativity (Lekh Lekha/Go to Yourself), and felt intimidated by their nomenclature (Brain Brawl - alliterative and concise).

So here we are with This Day(bell) and Age. I guess the real question is why are we here. And I don't mean that existentially, I just mean here on this blog. I have a lot of thoughts and opinions, but being a stay at home mom, I don't really have an opportunity to express many of the more interesting ones. I get to express a lot of the "No" or "Don't put that in your mouth!" but that can only stimulate so far. I realized I've been formulating posts in my mind for months - themes and thoughts I wanted to share, but didn't have a medium to do so. So this is kind of an outlet, which I suppose any blog is, that is specific to my thoughts, impressions, and experiences.

And since it was Easter yesterday, I'll share briefly about that. I found myself watching The Bible on the History Chanel late Saturday night. I always enjoy movies about scriptures stories, because they make me think about something that is so familiar in a new way. I especially enjoy them from other denominations, because the focus or interpretation is often different. I thought that watching would be such a great way to get me in the Easter mood. I really liked the actor who played Jesus - he had kind eyes, and just looked like what I imagine Jesus looks like (something for which I am constantly hunting in religious art and films). But it was so jarring to watch the portrayal of Jesus' life and sacrifice in between commercials. I'm not necessarily against commercials. In a lot of shows, they're just fine. It's nice to take a second, run to the bathroom, grab a snack. But I don't think Jesus' story should ever be chopped up and spread over advertisements. It would have been impossible to feel any congruity, or lasting connection/investment to the story if I didn't already feel connected and invested, and it's not fair to rely on that. There should be a rule that that is the one story that must be presented uninterrupted. I'm sure we can extrapolate this to our lives, but that feels too heavy handed to go any further.