Boy, self-reflection is an interesting Karma. I am just breathing now. After the vortex of life and death and hopes and dreams and endings and beginnings that have been the last few weeks, I am just breathing. And reflecting. And self-reflecting.
I started by re-reading this blog, moving backwards through time. Can I just say that it's been a bone I've wanted to pick for a long time about how I've structured this blog. I wish I could just have the pages set up like a book, so anyone could move forward from the beginning, as opposed to moving backwards one post at a time. But I digress.
I am a repetitive writer. I see myself re-writing over and over how much I'm working to "purge and organize" and "continue to find my creative self" and "waiting to see what I want to be when I grow up." But I know I AM grown up. I am the master of my destiny. "Your place in the path of life is in the driver's seat" - that's the fortune I've had pinned to whatever my current computer is (dragged from one to the next) for the last 28 years or so.
As I looked over the sporadic (and I do mean sporadic - sometimes only 2 for an entire year) blog posts, I realized that I had nothing for the entire 2016. A whole year of my life not published. Not mentioned. Not even a brief "if I could only get back to this blog" post. Even the few years surrounding that time? One post in 2014. Few in 2013. Few in 2015. Like a giant block of swiss cheese - loads of holes here, there, everywhere.
"What are you doing the rest of your life? The north and south and east and west of your life? ..."
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