Filed under: Life in general
This is stating the obvious, but i haven’t written in a very long time. Just 3 days short of its 10 month mesaversary. I’d thought about writing when I bought an apartment in Manhattan in January. I kept reminding myself to write when I was going through gut reno anxiety. It was suggested that I post when I found a job in NY. I needed the therapeutic release when I told the folks in Boston I’d be leaving. When I finally moved to NYC on July 1, I thought– finally! But by then I was in this transitional, indeterminate mode that I couldn’t stomach writing about anything. Then I started my new work– I had oodles of nocturnalist fodder, but frankly preferred to spend my waking hours not reliving my experience with sociopathic skin poppers. Until today. Today I spoke with a friend who told me he’d come across my blog again. God, what a wonderful thing the ego is.
It’s not only what helps us humans stay on that path of constant achievement, but keeps us exercising regularly and preventing too long lapses between blog posts. Thanks BL.
