LiederWynd

I'm no longer on vacation, but I still got up 'early' and went for a walk this morning. I had planned out the route the night before, trying to see how long it would take me to go around. There's a walking path with an entrance near my apartment complex, and it winds through all of the interconnected Dublin trails. I went out to the middle school, through a residential neighborhood, which was kind of the weird part but I kept going. I figured the masses were used to the trail being that close to their houses. Then it went south again through a massive canopy before reconnecting to my usual trail circle near the lake. It took me about 20 minutes to go around the entire thing this morning. As it will probably rain tomorrow afternoon, hopefully I can do it twice tomorrow before I go to work. No music, no huge distractions, just me, Jesus, and a little PoGo. -- During my break at work I sat and wondered. What do I want? What is success to me? I always thought I kn

This isn't much of a post -- it's just a reminder that I'm still here. I don't know if it's just a straight-up fear that this is another project I'm going to end up abandoning. I don't think I will. There were several points while on vacation this past week when I wanted to reach for my keyboard. I almost attempted to write a blog post while on vacation, but promptly decided that would take too long. (That and I still need the world's longest nap.) So yeah. I had a lot of introspective thoughts while on vacation. Here's one in particular that I managed to post on Twitter: So I got to thinking tonight about when Jesus sends out the 72...we overlook this a lot because it’s so glamorous to have Jesus with his followers, chillin and teaching them things and what not. But even before he left Jesus was sending peeps out to do stuff in his name. Anywhoozle in Luke 10 he gives specific instructions about this and he said if the people in town do no

As I'm writing this I have about an hour and 45 minutes left in my 20's here on the East Coast. And I realized I'd be remiss if I let my 30th birthday approach without talking about tick, tick...BOOM! (And there's no way in heck I'm gonna write that all out in this entry, so TTB it is.) #OkayEmily but what is TTB? You know how I ranted and raved about RENT through college? TTB is the thing Jonathan Larson wrote BEFORE RENT. It's basically this autobiographical, originally one-man-show Larson wrote about his struggles as an artist approaching the great 3-0. In the opener, he sings about turning 30 being more like turning 90. You become passe. "Bang, you're dead, what can you do?" Okay, but seriously here. One of my work friends is gay and insists that when gay men turn 30, they expire. (He insists lesbians never do.) Despite the advances we've made as a society, we still see 30 as this huge turning point where we leave the confusion of

So welcome to my new blog, I guess. I've wanted a spot to put thoughts and comments and things for a while, without using my actual website. I had a blog before, but I wanted a clean break, if that makes sense. And I've liked Blogger okay over the years, and it's easy to start one here, so I figured, why not? Here are some thoughts: My name is Emily Ann Imes; I'm talented; I am a Christian and I am a lesbian and the two are mutually inclusive; I go looking for God at Cedar Point every year.  She/her pronouns MOST of the time unless I am clearly presenting male! I identify as genderfluid panpolyromantic homosexual. This puts me at a 5 on the Kinsey scale. I also identify as gay/lesbian because that is a label I have had to FIGHT SO HARD FOR in my life. "You're dating a guy, you can't be gay." Lies. I'm old, get off my lawn. Let me have this one thing. I'm old enough that I remember 9/11. Plan accordingly. I spent 5 years in NYC and I d