a long while...
and you aren't sure how to start...
or what to say...
Hi. It's been a while. We are all doing pretty well. The weather is rather melancholy, and very damp... I could use a haircut... The kid is getting bigger....
And you somehow find a link to your old blog, from years ago, before the baby was born even. The baby who will start fourth grade tomorrow...
What do you say? How do you begin?
Hi. It's been a while.
and you try not to feel like a failure, for letting the months pass without a word. And you try to focus on the present, and the now, and the positive things that have happened:
I wrote a bunch of stories for Waldorfish's A Festival Year course, available later this fall.
My wonderful aunt came for a visit, and I felt bad that I couldn't take off work to hang out more. I hate feeling like I've let someone down, especially someone who came all that way to see me.
My son had a minor injury, that was still bad enough to bring a premature end to his baseball season. To make up, he's playing fall ball, which means our Saturdays are booked to the end of September. Which means he's missing the first few group lessons with his Suzuki teacher. Which makes me feel bad, too.
And here it is, the end of summer break. School starts tomorrow. I have learned a lot this summer about myself. About things I want in the world, and things I don't want, really, no matter how much others say I ought to want them. I'm trying to let go of the list and the score-keeping, and to be here, on the last, rainy day of vacation, and enjoy it.
There are new things coming. Thank you for being here. How's your summer been -- or your winter, you lovely southern folk? I'll be giving a workshop on the 15th here in town. More on that coming soon.
There. The streak of not-writing has been broken. Now we can begin again.
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.