Yes, I am back. Six years and two-hundred-and-fifty-five posts later, to this day, this blog began as a way to maintain connections during a pandemic shutdown. I had worked hard and took risks to build those relationships, and I was not going to see them wither away as we navigated those uncertain times. Well, more accurately, my blogging was fueled by a fear that without the near daily face-to-face encounters that preceded the quarantine, those friendships would crumble.
(And something about writing regularly in order to build better habits that would lead toward a published book...)
If those three-times-a-week posts played a part in reinforcing those connections, then the effort was worth it. I would ask them now, for the sake of this reflection, if my blogging had any effect (it sure has not helped with writing a novel), however, two years ago, things changed again, and uncertainty reigned, though more on a local, personal level, rather than a global scale. I was willing to adapt. Apparently, others were not. And my blogging suffered.
Yet, change is constant, the years are passing, and my time left on this planet is shortening. In a few years, I will be fifty. Since I have no reason to believe that there is anything beyond this “short, brutish” experience, there is no time like the present to start, or restart, as in the case of this blog, my life goals.
Yes, dear reader, I have returned. You can expect at least a weekly post (it will either go up Sunday, or Monday, night—to be decided at a later date). And, if you are lucky, and I become ambitious, there will be one or two in-between, most likely covering my reactions to current events and my forays into various hobbies.
For now, here are some of my recent reflections.
