Remember in The Matrix when Trinity is escaping from the agent and winds up on her back at the bottom of a flight of stairs aiming two guns at the door above? She lays there panting and panicking for a moment before… “Get up, Trinity,” she commands herself, “GET … UP!” That’s how I feel right now.
I’ve got to find the right way to fit the various components of my life together without it all tumbling down. Like Jenga. I’ll figure it out sooner or later.
For now, I have blocked off time to write a post each Sunday. There might be smaller posts on other days, but I’m going to try to make sure a substantive post comes out every Sunday. Of course, I say this just as we approach the scariest parts of the holiday season … we shall see.
I have some posts planned and a guest author is lined up for after the holiday season. And I have my work cut out for me in terms of tasks to complete.
As always, thank you for reading!