Dusty Crickets

And cobwebs and crumpled old newspapers and all of those sorts of things.

Okay, forewarning, I am not committing to this being an “I’m baaaaack!” post. It might be, but this also might just be the start of a sporadic string of posts that then result in me going silent for another year-plus. Just want to make sure we’re on the same page, here. Set the right expectations and all that, ya know?

So what happened? Well, I went back to work, is the short answer. While I had thought/hoped/believed that this might continue to be a creative outlet, the fact of the matter was that between work and regular home life, there just wasn’t much left in the tank. Not super healthy, I know, but that’s a whole other thing. The truth is that I have a lot of half-written string-of-consciousness rambles stored in my phone from the last two years, and I just haven’t had the mental bandwidth to complete them. There’s probably definitely something to be said about the fact that I didn’t feel particularly funny or entertaining, and that the world has felt like a pretty scary place lately. That last part hasn’t changed, but as Elyse Myers would say: “Just do it, scared.”

So forgive me in advance (or don’t, it doesn’t really matter) for the shenanigans that are about to come as I (maybe) fill this space again. If it makes me laugh, or brings me catharsis, or even just refocuses my brain away from cycling between news sites for an hour here or there, it will be worth it and I’ll keep going. If not, I’ll just disappear and the crickets will take back over. Sound good? Great. Deal!