I’ve been thinking a lot about a certain word lately.
This word sprouted up in my head a few weeks ago like a very determined little weed through the crack in a concrete driveway. It was like an ear worm song. But not a song. Just a word. And I could not get rid of it.
I initially thought about setting up a trigger warning for this post, but then thought, “How in the world would that even read?”
Like: Trigger warning for anyone who ever choked on communion mid-service and nearly passed out trying to get out of the sanctuary before cough-exploding in the vestibule in a manner that caused Niagara-tears to gush from your eyes and caused a church-inappropriate-Alice-Cooper-raccoon-eye-look that incited gossip over whether or not you and your husband might be getting a divorce.
So I may as well just get this out of the way, I’m very sad today. I feel great despair about the election.
Great. Huge. Bigly.
Too soon? Sorry.
It’s been a good break.
The truth is I didn’t know what to do here anymore. After ten years of blogging (most of which has been filed away into the “view privately” portion of this site), I wanted a fresh start. I could not figure out what that fresh start looked like, so I took a break.
Ya’ll. Breaks are good for the soul.
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