It is now 2024. I’m not actually sure how we got here but it turns out I’m getting old. I am realistic enough to think I can’t actually do New Year’s resolutions. I’m never good at them. But I also know I need to make some changes, spend some time working toward better equalibrium in my life. I don’t actually think there is any such thing as balance, but I do think I need to do a better job of building in some creative, life giving things for me in the midst of this wild foster parenting ride.

Writing is part of that. I am a writer. I process when I write and I have a backlog of processing to do. So maybe this neglected old blog will help me do that. Hold on, dear reader, it could get wierd.

But not as weird as my chair obsession, so maybe this won’t be a shock to you.

Now to figure out some actual goals… and figuring out how to actually accomplish something in my life again. Wish me luck. See you soon!