I’m still here. It’s been over six months since I’ve written. All of the previous content on the website and blog was written in two sessions, as opposed to daily blog posts. It took so much energy despite the fact that the content felt like it was exploding out of my brain. I remember sweating and shaking for hours in a row while writing.

At the rec center there is an indoor pool area with a gigantic bucket up high that slowly fills with water. Eventually once it gets full, it toppels over upside down dumping out all of the water in one full sweep, and the kids beneath it squeal in delight. This feels like my writing. I wait and wait and store up all of these thoughts that eventually are ready to be released, except no one is squealing in delight when I’m done.

I will continue my story where I left off, summer 2019, at some point. For now I am waiting for my bucket to fill back up.