Writer’s Diary

Not my most beautiful face, but it captures my recent spectrum of emotions nicely.

Well, we’re into the double digits of the year’s first month, and I am just now posting. Further, I am posting fast and loose, just to keep things timely (or at last somewhat timely).

I take full responsibility for the delay: I chalk it up to a combination of post-vacation challenges including jet lag and the missing-family-blues. On top of that, we had some bad beats this week. A car repair that was literally the value of the vehicle was coupled with a tough workweek to make for unproductive evenings used just to recharge and make it through the next day. I could write an entire post on the car issue. We knew it was having some problems in December, and I was praying that the Lord would just get us to/from the airport for our vacation in Europe. He did. The transmission went on Tuesday. Frankly, I think this hit was harder than any others, and we wrestled with it for a bit. I was feeling good about our financial position until Tuesday; now I’m on tilt. But that is what it is, and it’s not the purpose of this post.

All that said: here’s a brief on why I have not posted more on year-end 2018.

So it’s been about four months since my last post. Seems silly to bother with a new one, but I can be a silly dude sometimes. Comes with the territory of being me.

As a mental health exercise in 2018, I’m going to be some weekly debriefs regarding thoughts on the prior week. I’ve been realizing that intentionality and perspective are a large part of my welfare, and it seems that I thrive better when I have my goals not only well-intentioned but well-outlined and concretely set. Wanting to write is one thing; saying I will take 20 minutes a day to write and outlining what that will be at the beginning of the week is something else entirely.