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Hi. I haven’t written in over a year. I’m sorry about that.
There’s. . .a lot to catch up on. A . . .lot.
I’m well. For the first time in my life, I’m well. It took a lot. My last post had it right. It took me a year (to the day, synchronicity strikes again) to be able to really listen to my own words, but I’m well now.
. . .I hope. I think. I believe.
It’s the best any of us can ever say.
A story caught my attention the other day and inspired a blog post but I felt that, before sharing, I should first write some sort of catch up post, as this blog has become, above all else (oddly, primarily, unintentionally) the place I write for the people from my present and past interested in doing so to catch up with where the fuck I am.
It’s a place you can always find me. It’s a place I post what is most important to me, at any given time, when – and only when – I feel like doing so.
Valuable that. This sacred space. This place I have complete control to add or ignore, with no schedule or obligation. It’s not remotely what I had planned for it. I love that it’s what it’s become.
So. Catching up:
– I’m still in Melbourne. Continue reading