Okay, that was one hell of a hiatus.

I am somewhat comforted to see that the Merriam-Webster definition of the word uses an author’s and a (rock?) band’s five-year hiatus as examples in the usage notes. You see, I only took 4-and-a-half years off,* so I’m ahead of the game, right?

Something like that.

Anyhow, it’d be redonkulous to try and summarize all that time in a post, so here’s just a couple random highlights:

• Our New England wedding (3 years ago) was (mostly) delightful, with me in all my Spanx-less glory, and our New England road trip honeymoon was sufficiently inspiring that we ended up moving up to the Boston area within the last year
• In between those two life transitions I started a different blog,** and spent lots of time and energy on work and my TV addiction. (And iPad games.)

Throughout this time, I have also (especially?) been continuing my consciousness study. Something I’ve been looking at during the last six months especially is the sense of wanting to write about what matters to me, but not really knowing what it is that I have to say or to write about.***

And then, as I was thinking over some self-care projects that I have coming up, I remembered this blog and re-read the posts from all those years ago.

Maybe I’ve known what it is I have to write about for a while now. Maybe I just set it aside till I was in a better place to take it on.

* Well, 4 years and 7 months, but who’s counting?

** Which also got mostly abandoned. Evidently, I have been better for the starting of things than the sustaining of them.

*** Doesn’t that sound kind of hilariously familiar? (The more things change…)