Hi Again (or, Allegory Involving Debt)

You know when you forget to make a payment on your student loans and you make a mental note to write and send the check as soon as you get home on a given day? But then, after dinner with a friend and a long T ride home, you just make some tea and go to bed, completely forgetting about that check you need to put in an envelope and send to the loan company? It might be a few days later that you you remember it makes you kind of embarrassed so you put it off for so long. And where are the stamps? There are no stamps, you have to buy them, which is something that you try to remember to do. And fail. Eventually it gets to the point where you're getting phone calls and you know the number when it comes up on your cell phone and you hit silence every time. This is because you're ashamed to talk to the debt collector, because he/she will judge you. It's not even like you don't have the money in your account, you totally do, but it's become this monster thing that you don't want to deal with because it's symbolic of your childish irresponsibility. And you're 27, and should really be able to face these things and deal with them but you feel helpless and overwhelmed which is a thing that's alternately scary and depressing??

That's kind of how I feel about not writing here for a long time.

So, hi!



Sorry for the long hiatus. I don't know how with how much regularity I'll be updating here, but I'm going to try. Things in my life continue to shift and turn and change, and sometimes it's a challenge to strip it all down to a quick story, and make it palatable enough for general consumption. But I'll give it my damnedest effort.

Human experience is so varied. There's so much hideous and so much gorgeous. I'll try to direct us closer to the shiny stuff and keep out of the mud.

Chin ever up,
Erin