Ten years ago, my little world was starting to close in—the “why” doesn’t matter anymore, but at the time, things were pretty dark. And ten years next April, I pretty much turned off the taps to social media, blogging, everything. I stopped sharing, I stopped talking. I shrunk. I made myself less. For years, I had a hard time opening up online, and as much as I wanted to blog again, I just… couldn’t.

I even made myself a beautiful place here, just to noodle around with CSS and amusing code tricks, on a domain I never had the heart to delete, and hid it behind a coming soon page. (Behold, a spinning space shuttle!)

Anyway, here I am today, having overcome some massive things in recent years (switching to a completely different career, a cancer diagnosis, the sudden death of my father a year ago this month), and I’m more grounded, more firmly myself than I’ve ever been. I have an amazing husband, a wonderful circle of ride-or-die friends, and a phenomenal cosmic art gig, with an exciting future ahead.

So what the hell, I’m blogging again.