My Real Return

Hello, Readers. I feel I owe you all an explanation for my hiatus and continued lack of writing. I want to start off by letting you all know that I am a bit of a workaholic; it is a familial trait that, at times, is very useful but fails me too.

               Last Thursday, I attempted to remove a raccoon from my mother's garage, but it bit my finger. So, I had to go to the emergency clinic at an inconvenient time for my family. Things came to a head, and we realized that we were both relying on each other too much and expecting too much of each other, so we should open up our web of support to more of our family and friends. Then, both side view mirrors on my car were taken off, and I had to downplay my whole life to deal. I couldn’t write because I had to spend so much time on damage control. I need the break. I realized that I am expecting too much of myself at times without the fundamentals. I will still continue with the schedule, but it might take me some time to get back to the amount I used to write.

               In the meantime, I am going to tell you things I learned about myself because of the whole ordeal. I used to think I was an incredibly lucky person because I was born to a decent family and have generally gotten to where I want to be without much hassle. And a lot of that thinking is just a reverse Napoleon complex where I downplay the struggles I’ve gone through. So, because I thought I was so lucky, I was incredibly afraid of when my “luck” would run out and I would have to face adversity. But I’ve now realized that I’m not a super lucky person. I’ve only had a normal amount of luck, and I’m just really good at dealing with crises. So that’s helpful.

               This Friday, I will return with Johnathan Altman and discuss a long blog series.