It’s been a crazy year, internet. Crazy mostly in a bad way, crazy with some of the true connotations of that word, crazy in some good ways I guess. Some stuff happened last year and it led to some other stuff and I just…lost my taste for writing here. For a variety of reasons. But I feel as though I have no excuses not to write here every day in November, just as I’ve done since the very first NaBloPoMo, and so here I am, dusting off the spider webs of this space. Maybe I have nothing else to say. But maybe, maybe this will be a good exercise for my brain and my mental health.
To be truly honest, in a way it was really nice to live my life as just life. No need to take photos to document the things I did, no need to find just the right words to describe every event in vanishingly small detail. Perhaps I needed some time to just live, rather than analyze or describe or document. I got out of the habit of thinking “how will I write about this?” and I just did it. I did a lot of things: I met up with my very first every boyfriend thanks to social media. I volunteered for three different theatrical productions (and even choreographed dance and acted!). I had a big project for a big-name wedding website. I spent nearly a year separated (physically, not relationship-wise) from my husband, without a car, five days and four nights a week. I flew across the country and met our new niece. I took some big steps, floral business-wise. I grieved. And maybe now it’s time to set it all down, before it vanishes into the ether of my not-as-sane-as-it-once-was brain.
So I guess I’m back. For the next 30 days, at least.