When was the last time I wrote something that was worth writing? Years, it feels. Decades. Moons have exploded. Suns have collapsed.
I've been tucked away in the cracks of my day-to-day life. In the hustle and bustle of work, sleep, food, funds, kids, gardens, loves, and losses, my brain's chemistry seems to have shifted.
I was rereading some of my old journals from before 2012, and my writing, though at times drunk and overly cryptic, was, well, good and more importantly frequent.
The last two years, the more I worked, the more my entries turned into one word sentences about what my day was or would be like. Often it was written in the ti