Blast from the Past

(Note - I found a comment from a reader who told me she wanted to comment on this post, but I had  taken it down. So I went back and found it and read it and reposted it.  It is two years old. But it's a nice look back.)

So I'm back, mainly because I said I'd come back. I said the writing was pouring out of me. Well, it really felt like it was - and then I got kinda caught up. You know who you are. ;)

You know how that goes: You meet someone, there's this instant amazing attraction, a connection, that forms out of thin air... and then you both turn into opposite magnets. And you *sschulurrp* together and are now one entity. You know that's how it goes.

So, two months later, here we are, I'm looking back, and it's been great so far. Two, stupidly amazing months. I fell in love. Pause... And I just blogged about it.

Back to the writing thing, though. I'm trying to keep pushing it, keep it consistent. But the tricky thing about being a consistent writer/blogger is in order to have material to write about, one must be inspired. And I'm not by ANY means trying to say that my love isn't inspiring, (because he is) and that my love doesn't inspire me, (because he does) but to be engulfed in pretty constant bliss for prolonged amount of times doesn't really amount to inspiration for blogging about. You dig?

Beyond the suddenly formed relationship is continued talks of the recurring desire to teach abroad, and the newfound emotion of unsettledness as I struggle with the question "what now?" I thought of moving to San Francisco, I thought of moving to Las Angeles, I thought of moving to Thailand. I thought of moving to Taiwan. And I had trouble spelling all of them along the way! :P

But all in all, everything is alright. Happy and healthy. Roadtrip to beautiful Ukiah coming up in a couple of days for a wedding - there's something to blog about right there - and the following week: Burning Man. For the first time ever. With my inspiration. Holy shit, I guess it's time to hold on.