So, I'm not dead.
It's been clear for a while that I was going to survive--at least, to survive the issues that interrupted my life in November of 2012 and ate a full year of my life. But, that clarity came slowly and then I had a lot of rebuilding to do; I still do. And, I didn't blog. I've posted here exactly three times in the past year, and none of those posts said a whole lot.
Thing is, that's getting in the way. Every now and then, I have a blog post I want to write about a conversation with my daughter or a long evening working at a restaurant from my college days or why I've been wearing cheap perfume for the past few years, and I don't do it because it seems an odd way to jump back in.
It's awkward, just popping in to say, "I know you haven't heard from me in months, and the last time you did, all I could do was lament my medical problems and lack of income and lack of hope for the future, but that's all behind us...let me tell you a quick story about my aunt.
So, this is the icebreaker.
Next up, a quick story about my aunt and my perfume.