|Charleston trip with friends -- definitely a 2015 highlight|
I’ve written regularly for the past 6 or so years, but very few of my pieces are ever finished and fewer still are ever published on this blog. I write when I’m full of feeling, attempting to capture a memory, or to help myself think through all-consuming issues. I don't often finish any particular entry because I don’t always have a distinct beginning or conclusion – which makes sense because if I’m writing for myself I don’t need to provide expository content, and oftentimes I don’t have a conclusion because I haven’t figured everything out yet. And then, of course, is the question: How much of this do I really want to remember or revisit if it is so emotionally taxing to live through in the moment?
I survived 2015 and I am proud of the way I composed myself, but I would never want to relive it. I have come a long way but have a quite a ways to travel still.