Apologies for the Long Silence (Again)...

Seriously, for me it has been
a difficult lesson to accept and implement.

I have returned. For how long and in what form, I do not know. And, for the moment, that is fine. Apparently, I was slow to potting training, to speaking my first words, and to falling in love with my future wife. Perhaps it is in my DNA. Since I am forty-seven, I decided to accept it. But, not in a fatalistic way. Instead, as proof of the above quote. Change involves sucking at things. Some people suck at things longer than others. 

And, for now, that is okay. 

(Currently, I hope to post once a week, and likely on Monday nights--Sundays don't seem to work well anymore. However, having written this out over the past two hours, a desire to write more is growing inside me. So, don't be surprised if begin posting more than weekly sooner rather than later.)  

Memorial Day Post

I sketched that. The original, I believe,
 was the size of a 3x5 notecard.
Sorry for the poor quality of this image.

This is post 1 of 6. It is short, and to the point. Most of the time, it is better to start out small and quiet, and finish the job, then begin with thunder and bluster, only to peter out, never completing the goal.  

A Prologue to Act 3

Last week, we had the garage doors replaced. Unfortunately, I do not have a before image of the indoor area. The previous doors did not have windows. Having them has made a huge difference.  It brings the room alive, and begs to be utilized. More importantly, the process required me to clear out an area for the installation. That meant throwing stuff out, and rethinking the space. There is an energy, filled with hope and possibilities, that comes from a major change. It can inspire further growth, if you take advantage of it, ride it through to its conclusion. Here is to the future.