I would love to be able to say that my break has been due to work on other projects or because of trips to exciting places. Instead, it is because I am exhausted.
We went on a great vacation to Portland (which I talked about here), and then almost as soon as we got back from that we moved into our own place. For the last couple of years, while my wife was going to grad school, we have lived with both her parents and then mine. So now we are finally moved in, but that means we have spent weeks going through boxes, finding space for things, eliminating things, and discovering enough spiders to make our own horror movie.
Roughly a week after moving in, my wife and I went to Washington D.C. It was incredible and amazing and almost indescribable. It was also a whirlwind; with us being gone for less than 36 hours, and squeezing in a tour of the Capital City, an Oriols game, and some sightseeing. It was an adventure and a half, but it also left us both wiped. Once we got back from that it was more moving, more work, and plenty of late nights with early mornings.
All of this is not to say that my life is busier or more exhausting or harder. My life is great. But the last few weeks has been busier, more exhausting, and harder, than it has been in a while. I haven’t been writing. I haven’t been doing much more than surviving. I’m done with that. I am ready to start living again.
So, here’s to the hope for a better tomorrow. Here’s to trying again. A thousand starts is still a start.
Until next week…