Life

Oh. Blogs are so persistent with their time and date stamps, reminding you how long it’s been since you’ve written. They’re worse than a nagging mother. And since you are only ever as good as your last blog post, sometimes you just gotta bite the bullet and keep on writing.

But here's the thing about blogging: you're not always ready to share the juiciest material. Because that requires forethought, and perspective, and analyzing and fall-out. And sometimes...that's just too much.

So I have been silent, despite having so much to write about. So much is happening. So much writing, so much planning, so much loving. So much sadness.

I see struggle around me everywhere I go. What is a recession? A recession is unemployment. It is hardship. Everyone around me is struggling. Relationships are ending, houses are burning down, parents are dying, fathers are leaving.

Last week, my dad watered the flowers with gasoline. Memories are fading; hearts are breaking; dynamics are shifting.

Money is tight. Everywhere, it is suffocating and strangling and causing worry.

But there is goodness too.

There are books successfully written and illustrated and sent to production.
There is laughter
and work
and strengthened friendships.
There is love.
There is creativity.
There is beer.
There is sunshine
and text messages that make me soar.
There is hope.
There are butterflies.
There is Africa.
There are surprises.
There is a new roommate.
There are hip-hop toga parties and NBA Play-off games.
There is a man on my couch
and an extra toothbrush by my sink.

There is a benevolent Universe.

There are changes.
Welcome, welcome changes.
And most of all, there is gratitude.