At the start of 2015 I said that 2014 was the year I found out I couldn’t do it all. So humbled. So wizened. Then came 2015. The year I found out, apparently, I can’t do anything. Oof. Rough one. If the year was a race, as I hobbled across the finish line to 2016 I’d have been getting pity claps from the guys taking down the barricades and timer clock.
But I made it nevertheless. Obviously, it’s been pretty quiet here on The Byronic Man. I foolishly declared some months ago that I was back! Huzzah! That went… poorly. To extend the race metaphor, I’d stopped for water, ate an energy gel and burst back in to the race! And immediately pulled a hamstring!
I’m saying it was a tough year, is what I’m saying.
A lot of great things happened too, don’t get me wrong, but man…
So here I am again. A quiet renewal. Am I diving back in to the blog? I’d love to say yes, but then again, it was my intention to post on January first, so… you know… But I sure miss the creative outlet, so maybe I’ll do a little reconfiguring, a little restructuring. Because who knows what there is to learn in 2016?