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Yeeeeah.

I know.

I used to write every day, didn’t I?

If you look back through my archives (and you should! Have you done that? Just pretend I wrote all of them today!) you’ll see that I was pretty prolific at points. Nutty levels of prolific, really. I couldn’t STOP THE BLOGGING.

As lemmings were to cliffs, so were my words to the WYSIWYG editor.

Right now, though, I’m going through a phase where I question everything I’m putting down like I’m about to chisel it into stone. I’ve forgotten that it’s just A BLOG POST.

Not a thesis, not a permanent record, not a masterpiece, not ANYTHING that MATTERS SO MUCH YOU NEED TO KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT, FOWLER, GIVE IT A REST, MAN UP AND JUST POST SOMETHING.

Whew.

But the fact remains that the stuff I want to post is more unusual stuff for me… more serious, more wobbly, more problematic in terms of wrapping it all up in 500 words or less. Which is fine — I have written wobbly stuff here before.

I am just feeling consistently wobbly as of late. Which is actually the story of my life physically, but I’m talking about my heart.

MY HEART!

THE MUSIC OF MY HEART!

THE SHAPE OF MY HEART!

THE BEATING OF MY HEART!

Uh… yeah.

My life, and the lives of those around me, are going through big changes. Good changes, mind you, but BIG changes. Why are big changes so emotional, even if they’re good ones?

IT MAKES NO SENSE!

I MAKE NO SENSE!

THUS I MAKE NO BLOG!

Until now, as I’ve just decided that I’m going to post whatever is going on in my head… whatever I’m loving, whatever I’m thinking about… and you can stay tuned as you wish for all the randomness.

That’s what I always did. I have no idea why I stopped.

Other than the wobbling.

But yes… stick around. There will be a little bit of everything.

Kind of like watching CNN when there’s not a major election or major disaster or a major sporting event or Britney’s wearing her panties.

(Has there ever been a time like that?)