So I’ve been avoiding things.  Lots of things.  Like this blog, for instance.  And running.  And cooking.  My friends, the dog.  If I had to find a common element I guess I would go with THINGS THAT BRING PLEASURE, though given the timing with the Lenten season, it would make some sense. No, this does not mark a return to my Catholic roots, and no, it’s not a depressive episode (full disclosure, I’m pretty familiar with those).  Nope.  This is more of a reluctance to take some accountability and more of an adolescent “mom turn the light off” phase.  I’ve been avoiding all these things because there are some loose ends that I’ve just refused to deal with, or that have reappeared, (not that it matters) so the appropriate punishment is to also avoid those things that make me happy, right?  Okay, so maybe that is a little Catholic.  It’s also a little Minnesotan, which as any Catholic living in Minnesota will tell you, is a mixed-up place to be.

And it’s spring.  Spring reminds us that, no matter how hard we might try, we can’t hibernate forever.  Nope.  Time to take stock.  Look in the mirror.  Pinch the pasty, soft ring above your pants and call your own bluff.  Daylight, after all, is the greatest disinfectant.  You know, a personal spring clean.

All of this sounds a bit obnoxious and self-indulgent, I admit (and also, Ex. A, this is my blog).  But since this is a space, in part, to work all that out, well, some of it inevitably appears, or will appear, here.  But it did occur to me that I was fighting the light, resisting the warmth, because growth is hard.  And I’m at a spot where I need to grow.