It’s been quite some time since I’ve written and there are several reasons. One is that I’ve had a hard time really knowing what to write. So many things have changed that it’s hard to even know how to incorporate all of that into this space. As much as my life has changed in the last year and a half, so has how I approach writing about it as well. I debate often with closing uncouth heathen and starting fresh somewhere else. In some ways this seems like a part of another life that no longer exists. At the same time, it IS my life, whether or not it’s a part of my future.
I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t really know where to go from here. I want to continue writing the things I’ve always loved to write about with the same humor. I want to write, also, about my life…but I guess the rub is just that. How much of my life am I willing to share and how much of my life and the people in it am I obligated to protect and not discuss? I want to be kind and considerate and at the same time I want to be free to express myself – my joys and frustrations, my opinions and values, my point of view and what the truth looks like to me. But how much do I really want people to know? Another unanswered question.
All this to say that I’m working my way through to a decision about what comes next…here and in life. The pieces are falling into place and ever so slowly I find that life, in all its splendor, is doing what it was meant to. And I’m trusting that what happens is what’s right and where I am is where I’m supposed to be. Life, as always, is a beautiful thing. Except when it’s a bullshit.