I used to keep a journal, and for a while, I even had a blog. But life got in the way.
Until 2020 happened, I considered 2016 my most pivotal year to date. I survived an auto accident, fell into a manhole on a major bridge slated for demolition, was randomly assaulted by a murderer on parole, and moved my residence from California to Texas, driving cross-country smack-dab in the heat of a Southwestern summer, packed in one car with two dogs, my elderly mother (who has more spit and fire than me) and almost all of my possessions.
Even today, now 2021, it has been hard for me to figure out where to write … my handwriting is painful to execute nowadays so typing is best, and I’ve struggled if I should share online or enter my thoughts and experiences in a notebook offline.
Ultimately, I know it’s best to share online because I sometimes crave interaction (though I recognize it can be a risk!) since I mostly work in solitude and crave communication. While I’m perhaps best known as an extrovert, I’m really an introvert who keeps everything inside.
So, here’s to a new day … daily meditations, reflections, observations, and more as I move forward, one step at a time, in spite of anything that comes at me.