You might have noticed (or not) that I went on a wee blog hiatus.
It was less than a week (the hiatus), but:
I also had a wee emotional breakdown.
Or maybe not so wee. It was the tea of doom, rebrewed and then distilled into potent, acidic, depressive form. Except the tea was more like a crevasse. Sudden. Dark and deep and cutting me off from the world.
I’m still climbing out of it — figuring out what the landscape looks like on the other side, figuring out who I am, or if I’ve changed at all, for that matter.
This is my hello from the Surveyor’s Station. My compass is kind of screwed up, half my map is missing, but at least I’m no longer convinced I’m a wild creature who won’t ever make it back to civilization.
But the mail service is kind of spotty out here. So I may not write as often as I used to. It’s one of many things I’m still figuring out.
I just thought you’d like to know.