It would be an disservice to those things to wait until I am inspired to care for them. There is a notion of showing up, inspired or not.

I think about how I got here. Why I am here, doing this thing that I'm doing. Some of my reasons have shown themselves to be projections that I or someone else made upon me a long time ago. Some hold strong. Some just mean different things now than they did.

I woke up this morning, New Year’s Day, as though emerging from a fog. It’s fitting, right? After the symbolic death of illness, to emerge healthy, grateful, renewed?