I forgot the name of my blog, my people. It’s been so long since I wrote anything here that WordPress made me do a security check before I could log in. And to that I say, sounds right. Feels right in my cold, defrosting heart of hearts. It’s November now (of a totally different year than I last wrote anything more than a grocery list or email). Fall is settling over us like a heavy fog, which means winter is around the corner. And while I feel that, I also feel a little like I’m fighting my way out of a cocoon, where I’ve been hiding in Spring, tightly bound, wondering what is next for what feels like a little too long.

So what if it’s the wrong season to emerge? The weirdness of the past year and a half has left me with the conclusion that dormancy is sometimes a really disproportionately long season, so dammit if you feel inspired to bloom, there’s never a wrong time for it.

I have missed having conversations with you. I’ve missed finding humor in the mundane and not-so-mundane moments of my life. And I’ve really, really missed feeling a deep gratitude for those moments…which brings me back to emerging.

My writing muscles are rusty, and, frankly, my gratitude glasses are busted. It’s time for an attitude adjustment, as my Dad would say. So I’m back — I’m aiming for one post a day in November with the loose theme of gratitude. Here we go…