The Diary of A Clown
This is an idea that was suggested to me shortly after starting this practice and it has felt like a bit of a pain, but that bit of pain isn’t why I haven’t done it. I haven’t done it because I never felt as though this document, what is essentially a meandering journal, had any real reason for existing outside of this format of an updated website easily accessed my by relatives.
I don’t exactly feel as though I have come across a compelling answer to the question of why someone who isn’t my mom or my best friend might be interested in reading this, but I don’t know if that really matters. I certainly know that I don’t care. It’s time to do things a little bit differently, to take a step forward in the format and see if that does anything.
Fundamentally this is the record of a new father living rurally and thinking, if not deeply, then at least at length. I aspire to simplicity and cleanliness in my writing and I think that attitude applied to what might not be a particularly simple or clean phase of life could be of value to people wishing to reflect on it.
I have never felt more foolish or more full of gratitude than I do these days. I am a very happy clown just in awe of the circus I get to perform with.