I haven’t written much here in a while for a variety of reasons that boil down to: I have no time; I have no energy; I need to maintain confidentiality around my clients and my job and, so, I can’t tell you most of the stories that I want to tell you.
Work is busy and fills up every drop of my working hours – unlike (many) jobs I’ve had in the past. At one of my jobs I recall spending almost my entire 8.5 hours of ‘work’ emailing Coffee and my friends and still doing my assigned tasks more than adequately. My current job, however, is the opposite: I work and I work and I feel like I’m doing an okay-ish job but there aren’t enough hours to do it better, or more, and I don’t even come close to keeping up with my personal correspondence and my house is a mess.
My existence can probably be best described, lately, as playing a part in other people’s stories. A small part. I haven’t done much in my life, lately, that’s interesting enough to report here (not that that’s ever stopped me from blogging before) but the narratives I’m hearing, and seeing, are a thousand times more interesting. But not my stories to tell.
Spring is coming and Spring always brings with it a huge craving for change. New things to do and new things to experience and new adventures are all a big part of the crisp clean season of growth and sunshine and fresh air. I have no idea how I’ll accommodate that urge this year; suggestions are absolutely welcomed here.
Bonus points if it gives me something that I can actually write about here. Double bonus points if it can be done in jammas.
I suspect the urge to blog about random things will return, at some point, and you’ll get a flood of posts in a row from me. Right now, though, I can’t think of a single thing to say.