So I crashed the party…

When I saw the look on her face, for a hot minute I was totally regretting showing up to my brother’s high school reunion. It felt a little like being back in high school, walking into a party and getting that mean girl look from across the room. And then someone else puts their arm around you and says, “you showed up!’ with a big smile of welcome. And the universe kind of rights itself, the level finds plum.

I am glad I went. I ended up in a conversation with Greg Wright. He does a fair amount of writing himself and he asked me how my writing was going. I admitted I got stuck after all the negativity surrounding the last presidential election and found myself only wanting to write rebuttals. And, I didn’t want to contribute to the negative or encourage more negativity so I just didn’t write.

Oh, and as it turns out, my thyroid was out of wack and that might have contributed to my darkened mood as well.

I am not sure what Greg said that evening at the Foster Golf Links bar and grill. However, I walked away from that conversation encouraged: to restart, freshen up my blog and get back to the keyboard. Maybe it was something along the lines of ‘just keep being you’.

It’s been a few months since I showed up uninvited, and I know I have said it before. I’m going to start again, make some notes, write a few posts.

And now that the statute of limitations is up, and I can’t remember who actually did the cutting, my class might have had a tree on a homecoming float from the Links. I won’t tell if you don’t.