Actually, it is well past time. I find it funny that I posted something similar about 13 months ago. I tell myself constantly that I need to write, even if no one reads it. Even if it is nothing of any significance. It’s a muscle that needs to be flexed again and brought back into some sort of shape – and like many things, I’ve let it fall into a puddle of lazy.

I’m in the middle of a life change. I just took a job working from home and I’m trying to rewire my brain and work my world around this. I’m starting to let go of some of the stress I’ve carried in me for a while but it’s not as easy or black and white as one would expect. I think it will take time. There’s some healing that needs to happen and some work I need to do to find my peace. It’s a weird place to be, right now, honestly. But I’m aware of it – as I am generally very hyper-aware of such things – so I’ve got that going for me.

Can I guarantee stimulating content? Can I guarantee I’ll write anything you want to read? Can I guarantee I’ll continue writing? No, probably not. But all you can do in life is try and try again.

And so…