I just don’t know what to do with it. The inner and outer landscapes have changed. I don’t need to write public essays I’m not paid to edit. The world doesn’t need my words. But when I think about this thing from time to time and see a nearly-two-year-old missive on how we approach Christmas, I feel compelled to post something just to push it down. And I swear I’m not just doing this to boost my search rankings. Gawd.
Mostly, though, it’s because I’m not sure the value of starting to water a plant you don’t intend to continue watering. At least presently. My focus has shifted due to some massive changes in my personal life, which could be said about every person ever. Going through a divorce, I now understand what so many friends and family members encountered. But I have no interest in that as a writer or using it as fodder for re-upping a blog.
I’m still neck-deep in education. I’m still a Naptown resident but travel extensively. I still ride my bike and love it. I still love my friends and family and want to be the best human I can be. I’m doing other things, like yoga. Climbing. Volunteering. But so are you. So, maybe we should just hang out instead of having a conversation here. Cool?