I haven’t written anything on here since 2021. I don’t even remember how I used to start writing. Earlier today I browsed and found that I still have a couple dozen pages of notes—some digital, some handwritten. There are ideas I like in there, but without habit, and without effort, well…

The last couple of years haven’t felt level—at least, not in a traditional sense. There were some bright spots, sure, but this past year was a little too full of challenges. Sometime during late summer and early autumn, I hit a low point. I wasn’t myself for a long time.

There are only so many months that you can tell yourself that “It’s just this way for now. Things will change.” You might even put in the effort. Track results. Reflect on the process.

Time is still passing, though. Tricky, that. Awful business.

So, I’m with a lot of you: no resolutions for me, either. My successes always have to come in increments, and that’s okay. I think that just one thing at a time, and one day at a time is okay. And if not, then we’ll try again tomorrow.

This week we shared drinks, laughs, an impromptu and improbable soundtrack courtesy of Basil’s Sports Bar and a gluten-free cake from Gracefully Gluten-free, which was way better than you could possibly imagine.

Thanks for reading. I’ll be back soon.