It’s relatively easy to let something go. To stop and chalk it up to a lack of whatever you decide at that moment. So it has been with this.  There are reasons, none good. They’re never good if I am honest. I took the seasonal reset and quite simply. Stopped.  Usually, I’d wax poetic about the why’s, about who I am and the like, but the reality is, despite any of it, I stopped.

Here’s where I usually would argue the merits of “starting” again.  That too, has grown weary. Although evermore true.

When the year came to an end I had visions of giving you what I thought my best posts of 2020 were. An American Top Forty countdown of my musings. I may still, or maybe not. 

With the onset of 2021, I thought I’d map out how you could “once and for all” be that New Me that the New Year was in charge of making. That’s gonna have to be on you.

This is pretty defeatist sounding I know, what with me being a self proclaimed “Poor Man’s Tony Robbins” and all (sans the pesky sexual misconduct accusations), but really I am still just trying to figure it all out. 

I want to write.  I want to help people through that writing.  I am grappling with what’s too much, what matters, what’s the format, can I figure out a way to make money from it, is wanting to make money from it “dirty”, and on and on and on.

So for now, you get this.  I know you’ve been patiently awaiting something super clever and entertaining, and that this, isn’t. But this is where I am, so you get to be here too for a bit.

I do hope you’re well and are having a decent enough start to 2021, despite the colossal National unrest and COVID surges.

In the words of March 2020, “we’re all in this together.”

#hugsandhi5s