We’ve had our desktop PC in a closet for a year (boring reasons) and have recently set it up again. All of the sudden my old tabs and bookmarks are up again, and I kind of feel like blogging again. Except I can’t. Almost everything I’m going through that matters, that I really want to write about, I can’t. I can’t write about our family’s tentative future plans, or my current work situation, or the state of the dissertation, or even my ADHD. I am feeling private, too, about my son, who is his own little man. I used to feel brave about these things, but not so much any more. I want to talk to a few people I love and trust and that will have to be enough.
I will say this much–and maybe I will also learn to say more and still be discreet–this is both a hard and a good time. It is the most intense it has ever been. I wish, I wish I could tell you…
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