Hello LJ, my old friend...

I suppose rescinding my voice while I completely lose myself is to be expected. I lost someone terribly important, uprooted what I called home, and climbed up one more wrung at work, all while trying to maintain some sort of semblance of self. This led to many nights with too many beers, much quiet reflection, and a few poor choices that I knew were poor before I made them.

But such is death, such is transition, and we can adapt or we can fall apart.

The highlight of my days, the thing I think about most when I'm in my down time, is this job that found me. It found me, and may actually be the love of my life.

I hope I can grab onto it enough to find my writing voice again.

The therapy value is unparalleled.