So. Here we are. What now?

The abundance of time the pandemic offered allowed me to have an immense wrestling match with myself. As a result, I’ve hit a point in my life where I’ve finally (mostly) figured out what makes me tick.

As I’ve deconstructed various aspects of myself, I’ve only recently begun to correlate things that help me be more well-adjusted. Through much of this, writing felt like an excellent way to unpack what I found. But I never did due to my illogical approach to rebooting this blog.

So, I think that’s what this blog is about now: A 50-year-old, straight, middle-class white guy coming to terms with how he wants to live the rest of his life.

An original topic, sure. But they always say to write what you know. I’ll do my best to keep from turning this into a place where an old guy yells at clouds. But I can’t guarantee that won’t happen every once in a while.

A certain clarity comes when you realize you’ve arrived at whatever this life has become for you. That clarity helps close many chapters in your life. But that, in turn, makes room for new ones that may have been unexpected.

This space is for me to finish untangling bits of myself to see if they need to be repaired or replaced. Ultimately, I want to share that amazing feeling I get when I break through, challenging an old belief that kept me down. And the only way I know how to do that is to share what I know, hoping that something here will help you, too. The clouds aren’t here to harm us. They want to make nebulous shapes for us so that we interpret those shapes into what we want for ourselves.