Aaaaaaaaaaaand, I’m back.
Spoiler alert: You did not miss me.
It’s now been 13 months since I last wrote words in this space, about the passing of Carrie Fisher in December 2016.
Thirteen months is four decades or more in Internet relevancy.
I made every excuse to talk myself out of writing anything here for those 13 months.
The reason I abstained from doing the one thing I’m actually good at is simple:
There just didn’t seem anything good to write about.
The last two years sucked for a lot of reasons and they emotionally sucked a lot out of me.
It probably would have helped if I worked out those things through writing!
But today, the first chapter in the book known as 2018, I took some small actions that I think will help.
After getting back from a workout session (something I’m going to try to do A LOT more often), I went through my social media channels and unfollowed a bunch of dormant accounts and people who don’t mean anything to me anymore.
I then went into my email and marked more than 6,000 emails as “read.”
I now have a clear email account for the first time since at least May 2014.
It feels really good.
Then I went on Netflix and removed a handful of movies from my “List” I’d told myself for a year I was going to watch.
There’s still some there, but not as many.
Then for my first movie of the year I watched a romantic comedy for the first time in a while.
It was Sleeping With Other People starring Alison Brie and Jason Sudeikis.
I won’t bore you with details. I liked it.
I hope there’s plenty more to like about 2018.
Because I have to write about something.