The habit of, and then other things happened.

At some point in the previous year, I decided rather confidently to stick to the schedule of writing one blog post per day.  Not exclusively 7 days a week, but at least 5 to compensate for "other things coming up".  

That experiment started of well, and I had a sort of consistency even though I never found a coherent structure of subject.  But, the structure and sense of the pursuit was going to reveal itself as I went along. 

Unfortunately, I never got far enough.  One small hiatus lead to another.  A few days turned into weeks turned into months and here we are again, the starting point.  But there is no shame in a starting point.  All of life is either at the starting point, or at the end.  So, with that said, I'm welcoming my starting point.  A big empty slate.  

 Here is an empty hump.  But is it really empty?

Here is an empty hump.  But is it really empty?