The Return

Seven years and some change since my last ever post and it certainly feels great knowing where these words I’m typing will eventually be posted. Like Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson announcing to his millions and millions of fans that he has come back (reference here for you non wrestling schmos,) I make my triumphant return… to blog posting?

Yes, yes – it isn’t that dramatic I know, but I would say it actually feels really good, and more importantly, really right to be back. I’m not entirely sure what prompted my hiatus to begin with or when it was exactly I decided to stop. External circumstances, an extended case of creativity or writers block, the energy (to do anything, really) all of which could be pointed to as some of the reasons that contributed. However, perhaps the easiest answer would be priorities. Life, as many of you know, is unpredictable and can certainly throw a few curveballs. Those curveballs traveling the distance from the pitchers mound and home plate are lined with life lessons in its movements that more often times lead to constructing our personality and view. The beauty comes in experiencing those movements first hand and dissecting it retrospectively. We have two choices, either swing the bat hoping to make contact or let it pass in hopes that it’s out of the strike zone and get another chance at another pitch. In either case, you learn.

Anyway, I’ve rambled on in the past few sentences about baseball. Some crazy shit has happened in the world since my last post – the internet debated over the color of a dress, people went nuts over fidget spinners, people went nuts over Pokemon (again,) racially diverse emoji’s were released, Leo finally won an Oscar, our LGBTQ friends were able to marry each other legally, the guy from The Apprentice became president, oh and did I forget to mention that we’re at the back end of a global pandemic? Yeah… that.

Life for me has been good since the last post though, I’ve got two healthy boys, a supportive life partner I’m in love with, and a job that I thoroughly enjoy and pays well. By the way – if you’re still wondering why I actually stopped – truth is I had lost access to my email and couldn’t log back in. Yes, I’m the moron who forgot his own password and was too lazy to start another. Here’s the link to my last one i accidentally stumbled upon while googling my own name.

Although, I have written on and off during that time – mostly for myself and my creative aspirations of becoming a novel writer. I’ve wrapped up two dozen or so short stories and even a couple of small novellas that are in desperate need of editing. I could still remember where and when I wrote my very last post huddled up in the corner of Bernal Heights neighborhood coffee shop typing up something about an interesting ad I had recently seen. It felt good and much like it feels now as I type this, it feels right.

So here I am. And here I’ll stay. I hope to see you through this journey.