I know I’m late in saying it, but I hope you all have had a wonderful start to this new year.
It feels strange but comfortably familiar to be back here. As a guilt-driven person, I feel the need to apologize for my lateness, and yet I have a feeling I’m not the only one picking some things back up that were dropped, tossed, or hurdled far from sight last year. Like that sweater I meant to finish knitting last winter. Or my exercise routine. Or The Brother’s Karamazov, which I kept by my beside for several months, and which I still plan on finishing–one day.
The truth is, I have needed some time to reassess. To refocus. To be intentional about what I do and why and when. But even that much needed time was set aside for other things. Maybe I just needed a break.
It’s funny how the new year can rekindle that need for self-reflection and planning, and how that further initiates a spree of production. I started writing again and finally finished the fifth draft of the novel I’ve been writing. I finally finished knitting that sweater. Jon and I are working out again. I’m reading the Bible again and praying daily and welcoming the Holy Spirit to work on me. Maybe I’ll even finish The Brother’s Karamazov.
And maybe I’ll be back here more often.
No matter how much I try to dive fully into writing fiction and set aside everything else, this blog–this message–keeps calling me back. I love writing here, and I miss it.
And, yes, I feel guilty. I made all these promises about regular emails and posts and updates. I’ll be honest–I don’t know if I’m ready to make any promises yet. Maybe one day I’ll write twice a month, or once a week, or twice a week.
But right now, I’m just dipping my toes back in the water, saying hi, and praying for guidance.