this writing every day thing is hard

giving myself the time to write something long and considered and real, something I think my readers would want to read, kind of misses the point for me.  I want to get through the excuses around writing, the myriad very good reasons I have not to write, and just write.  Just write something, anything,  because everything I say is telling the story of this day, this moment, this year.  This life.

I have a growing feeling that storytelling is not going to let me go.  It's been almost a year since I left my former position, and so much has changed.  I have had to learn things I wish I hadn't, and it has made me more human, more understanding.  I know myself better, and I know how little I know.  I know very little.  Teaching and storytelling keep coming back, no matter how I try to find a Real Job.  This is what I do, and what I know to do.

There is not much I get asked for advice on these days.  Not much I get asked about by people, outside of the questions inherent to the work I am doing.  This means something.