Picture your year
The problem with Shane getting back into blogging (and knocking off the rust much faster than any writer should be allowed) is that I am back to living inside my head a lot. One of his recent posts hit my brain in a place I don’t normally poke. He asked in d3 of 30 how people picture their year.
When I mentioned this to a couple of other people, they didn’t quite get it. “Picture my year?”
For me, though, the question made me run immediately to my kid’s easel. It was as if I’d been waiting for someone to ask the question for my entire life. I knew exactly what my year looked like. It’s not a calendar. It’s not linear. It’s not a racetrack like Shane’s. My year (and I’m being as honest about this as I can be) is a sausage.
Just a few more days and I can turn the corner.