I started my first blog today, 12 November, in 2003. For those of you who suck at math, that is 16 years ago. 16 fucking years ago. That was back before blogging was really a thing, and authors, many times, published anonymously. Even with being hacked, two marriages, moving halfway across the country, I saved this. All 670+ posts. Through “coming out” as a blogger. Through a helicopter crash that sucked the life out of my writing (no, I wasn’t on board but my family thought I was dead—a long story). Through telling Uncle Sam to pound sand. Through telling my biggest professional dream that we needed a divorce. Through therapy, through medication, through all kinds of shit. I couldn’t let this small digital file go. Once upon a time I was even offered $5K for the domain. It was too much of me.

My identity.

So here it sat. Collecting digital dust. As I’ve learned, all good things happen when they are supposed to, not when my impatient, impertinent ass wants them to.

Today. Today was the day where my voice returned.

There is a really annoying saying:

…dance like no one is watching.

Once upon a time, I wrote like no one was watching. I think it is time to do just that . . . again.