The Wheel in the Sky Keeps on Turning…

It is my hope that the catchy classic rock song title of this post will get so stuck in your head that it will serve to detract from the lack of an amazing reappearance to my website I am about to make.  I had planned all sorts of PR-worthy stunts related to my return to Startup Fiance.  I toyed around with the idea of shaving my head for charity.  Considered completely redesigning the site and starting fresh, getting rid of all the told content.  I thought about calling on my SEO and internet marketing arsenal and emerging as a rising Phoenix making her return to the internets in the grandest of fashions.  There will be no baldness, site design, or Phoenix rising.  Here I am.

The last 18 months of my life have been a whirlwind of devastating sorrow, flashes of the type of love that take your breath away; mixed with a fair amount of mediocrity.

I lost my father.  I gained a neice and grand-nephew.  I returned to the only home I ever knew, and came back to the one we made for ourselves.  I drank too much.  Secret engagements, secret parties, secret agendas, secret shops, secret moments.  I sat in awe of my family.  I marvelled at Christianity.  I laughed.  I spent one New Year’s Eve with the most amazing women to inhabit this earth, and the next asleep in my bed on the other side of the world.  I cried.  I came to the realization that everyday you are living you are also dying.  I spent weeks in hospitals and studying medical journals.  I fully came to appreciate the sixth sense of dogs.  I decided to go back to school.  I played Wii.  I smashed the side of the van in on a parked car.  I didn’t sleep for days at a time.  I sought out the companionship of friends, who never let me down.  Wawa coffee.  I tried to understand, and had fleeting moments when I actually did.  I embraced my imperfections.  Never stop learning.  I meditated and saw a waterfall.  I played Risk.  I put my life on hold, and as a result learned more about myself than I ever thought possible.  I engaged in intelligent conversations.  I put on a happy face, and actually started to believe it.  I embraced technology.  I listened.  I became comfortable with the notion that ‘I’ was, more often than not, translated into ‘we’.  I witnessed first hand the beauty of birth and death.

…Don’t Know Where I’ll Be Tomorrow