An apology to my readers, who probably are not my readers anymore. I don't have a good excuse for two years of absence, although I do regret it. First it was grad school, then I was just busy, then I never stopped being busy, and somewhere around the year-and-a-half mark, it just seemed impossible to show my blogalicious face again because what could possibly be good enough? How could I start again, what post could possibly encapsulate so much time, absence, distance? Why should I assume anyone cares? Why would anyone care? When I was a consummate traveler, it was one thing. Death-defying feats, the risk of malaria, smallpox, petty theft, or at the very least a funny story involving the language barrier. But a normal life? A frustrating life populated primarily by high school students, The West Wing, getting stuck in traffic, buying whatever's on sale at the grocery store? Why, indeed?
Of course I knew all along that it was a pitiful excuse, a sign of my inherent weakness and lack of work ethic, a slumping away from the creative genesis that was at its height in college and in my post-baccalaureate foibles and travels, and worst of all it was a falling-out-of-touch. And if there's one thing I have learned this summer, in that Edenic land known under an alias here, for its own protection, the alias of, oh, let's just say, the Head-Honcho-of-North-Carolina's School West (HHNCSW), it's that keeping in touch with those I love is the key to my happiness. When you don't hear from me, I don't exist. Or might as well not, to you. And so, might as well I exist just for my own enjoyment, and the enjoyment of those in my immediate vicinity? Probably not, because not that many people are generally in my immediate vicinity, which is the nether-regions of the Santa Monica Mountains north of Los Angeles. So sharing myself with you is more important to me than ever.
I hope that I'm able to rekindle that flair for, and love of, words that once flowed so naturally. I hope that I'm able to make my life and my musings on its existence, and the existences of other works of art and life, interesting enough for you to keep reading.
I hope that you give me another chance to be a reliable communicator.
I hope I don't let you down.
My goal is to post at least once a week, on Sunday, like PostSecret, so that when those of you who read PostSecret read it, you will remember to read mine as well, and also so that if I don't write something I can deny myself the chance to look at PostSecret until I've written something, and maybe that will be a good incentive. Because I am a product of public education, and I'm here to tell you that rewards work. Intrinsic motivation = BS. Is all I'm sayin'. If I don't post on Sunday, please send me nasty emails about how disappointed in me you are. Because guilt is another excellent motivator.
I'll be writing again soon. Thanks for reading, and take it light.
