It feels like a very long time since the last blog. This is because I’ve switched to daytime blogging (and writing) and this particular post is coming close to 11 PM. I lost track of the day. I fell into the beauty of the rain and the business of daily chores and teaching and writing and let the blog slip.
So here we are.
I can update you on a few things. I’ve reached that point in my life where back pain is an actual problem. I’ve hit a wall in the weight loss department. Maybe it is more of a gentle slope backwards towards fattyland. Maybe the back and the fat are related. In happier news, I’ve found my way back into the page. I remembered (reconnected with?) what it really means to fall into story and I’ve been falling into this new piece. I don’t know that this feeling is sustainable. I wish it were, because I love how it makes me feel. It is because I love it that I know I still am a writer.
I am happy. This is not as deep or thorough a feeling as possible but I am happy right now. I feel good in my own skin and I’m not fatalizing about the future. Yeah, I just made that word up. It’s a writer thing.