If I ever stop to reflect enough, I usually find that I’m somewhere I didn’t think I’d be a year ago, for better or for worse–and I always find that comforting. Any role unpredictability can play in my life is a relief, which is probably partly due to the fact that successful people always say things like “I’d never thought I’d be here in a million years.” Though, logically, it must be something plenty of dissatisfied people say, too.
I don’t mean to imply that a lot has changed, because it hasn’t. I’ve been busy enough to feel a baseline level of mild stress, but tonight I care less about to-dos than I do about writing something here. I’m a little out of practice and I can feel it. There’s an excessive amount of self-editing going on right now and it makes me feel like I’m in stop-and-go traffic.
I did move into a new place which was as consuming as you’d imagine–in a good way overall. I feel like I’m in a space that is more mine than any other place I’ve lived in was. It’s such a work in progress and in the middle of summer it’s more of an oven than an apartment, but I love it. More on that later.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for a while, but I’m back now and I’m really, really glad for it. Cheers!