A Personal Note

If you've paid any attention to my blog over the years, I think I owe you all (all five of you) an apology. I've learned that consistency is the most essential, yet difficult part of blogging. In order to really grow a readership and community, consistent postings are a must. My last post was in January and even then, I hadn't posted in a while. I hope to get back to at least semi-regular posts soon, but I first want to offer a little bit of a personal note:

To put it frankly, 2016 has been shit for me. I was in the midst of one of the most stressful semesters of my college career when, in February, my mom died after 10 years of dealing with Huntington's disease. Less than a month later my cat, who had been this huge source of joy and solace for me, died suddenly over spring break. In order to rest, try to recoup, and prepare for the months ahead, I decided to withdraw from classes and take a month away. Additionally, I began the discernment process for priesthood in the Episcopal Church, spent a good four months or so taking part in really intense, scrutinizing conversations, only to get to the end and learn that it was decided that I shouldn't move forward in the process at this time. But that's part of the risk that comes with opening yourself up, isn't it? Oh and I was also moving into a new apartment during this time...

So now here I am in August on the other side of those three losses, beginning to pick up the pieces again. I'm back at work, back in class, back in the gym, back at church, and I have a new, fluffy, loving cat. I have my pissy days, but I'm somewhat back to "normal." I am beyond grateful for the time I had away from class and work in the spring. I needed those days to rest. Even though I function best on a relatively busy schedule, what I needed was the freedom to be as productive or as unproductive as my heart desired. Some days I went to the gym, worked out, wrote letters, and cleaned house. Other days I played Xbox (or Pokemon Go) for hours and didn't feel a single bit of shame. It was nice to escape my own world for a bit. That time of rest enabled me to begin this semester at full speed. 

All of this to say...had I posted a blog at all over the past few months there would have been a few, pretty nuggets of truth amid all the mud, expletives, and cynicism. While I did write during this time, it's not quite time to share those words yet. Partly because I need to heal a little more first. I would probably share them with you one on one, but it's going to be a while before they end up on a blog or in a book. 

From here on out I don't know how often I'll be posting. It would really be nice to get back to writing once a week, but I also don't want to make any promises in case this semester ends up being more work than I anticipate.

Grace and peace to you all.