So. Here I am. Starting all over again.
Why not, right? I made the decision that writing was truly making me happy. I also learned the valuable lesson of what can happen when you go public with your life, even when you think no one is reading. Duly noted, big brother. You might be watching.
But even these few mini-paragraphs have felt cathartic. They way they should feel. And so I'm back. The little birdie has returned to the nest.
(P.S. I'm the little birdie.)