Man. I have so many things to write about. Why didn't I write about them last year??
2016 was a fairly uneventful year for me. I rented a room in the same city in Florida the whole time. I worked the same job, I volunteered at the same place, I went to the beach almost every week, I had a casual boyfriend, and I read the news every day. That was it. That was my life. That was my year. Nothing really happened. Which was essentially my goal when I came to Florida: to simplify all systems. To cut all excess. To trim all fat. To kick off the smothering blankets of drudgery and revel in the sensuality of being human. And for the most part, I accomplished that.
I should have been blogging then. Burping up all these philosophical ideas when I had the chance.
Instead, I was lolling around in this gorgeous dreamscape, which I love but now must leave abruptly.
Since Feb 12 I have been managing a significant personal crisis, and the managing has taken up pretty much every spare moment and 99% of my neurotransmitter activity for the past month. I expect the crisis to be resolved by May, but that's a long time in Internet worlds.
I picked the worst time to revive this blog.
Or maybe, coincidentally, the best time.