Yes.

I’m sorry, I know you must have missed me. I’m assuming.

I don’t have any answers, just excuses. Most of which I tell myself and friends that remember to ask about why I’ve stopped writing in this. But the thing about things like this is writing everyday or a couple times a week or whatever is nice for the brain, and I’ve been letting mine atrophy.

Plus I kind of liked the idea of beginning again a year after I stopped, just to be ceremonial about it. Maybe I’ll be able to see the life experience show between the words. The wisdom and growth acquired during the past year has certainly led me closer

to my sage-like destiny (probably) and I’m happy to continue making observations about my corner of the world. And my gray hairs, I’ve found two. Again, it’s the wisdom, it’s physical manifestation is unnerving. Is there such a thing as getting too wise too quick?

Let’s just take a moment to acknowledge my past follies in expressing distaste for runners, because I just finished reading my last post and I’ve been influenced by today’s events downtown at the marathon. I’m okay with runners. Seriously, do your thing guys. My knees can’t handle that kind of pressure, but that doesn’t mean I have to bring everyone else down, and I know that.

The nice thing about mass tragedy and disaster is how people come together in the face of turmoil to support and extend their love to one another. Seriously, truth.I got so many nice messages from friends making sure I was ok and I felt real concern for everyone I knew was downtown. Obviously opening the discussion to the downside of everything that happened today is too perturbing and savage to even attempt (plus my writing isn’t good enough for that kind of sentiment), so I’ll let that go because basically all anyone really can say about it is that it sucks and it’s really sad.

Thanks for reading!

And remember:

1. I like runners.

2. You don’t have to miss me anymore.

3. The sun will come out tomorrow!

Love you.

:-*