It’s been 16 months
–almost the duration of two full-term-pregnancies–since I left the blogosphere.
It’s been an Beyond the Looking Glass wild kind of adventure.
Please forgive my mysterious non-disclosure about the details behind my disappearance. I’m keeping them quiet for 2 reasons:
- It’s too freshly painful to recount sensibly and sensitively–memoir needs a lens of distance to achieve objectivity;
- And more importantly; it isn’t entirely my own story to tell. I don’t want to infringe on the personal privacy of those who have accompanied me on this journey.
Most importantly: that story isn’t what this blog is about.
In the post I wrote before I left, I predicted I would return a changed person.
All this has changed:
- where I live,
- what I do,
- how I relate to the people closest to me,
- how I see and respond to the world around me.
And the tough stuff isn’t over–in some ways it’s just beginning.
This adventure has given me a laser-focus for what I’m doing daily, and what I’m doing here.
This blog is becoming the record of my Joy Quest:
- Joy is a literary “movement,” in the way “Confessional” was a literary movement applied to the works of poets Robert Lowell, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath and W.D. Snodgrass.
- Shirley Showalter, with her work on Jubilación (reconceptualizing retirement as joy), is the first influencer in this movement.
- Okay, I made up the idea of Joy as a literary movement in order to give Shirley the credit she deserves for inspiring me and helping me to articulate what I’m about.
Kind friends, I’ve missed you.
Your voices have enriched my life. I’m back to spend time with you, and to listen.
Tell me — what brings you lasting joy?