Into Marvelous Light

This space feels equal parts foreign and familiar. You know how sometimes you leave something for so long that it feels silly to come back? I'm there every year with this corner of the internet. Attribute it to busyness, distraction, or (most likely) fundamental laziness—but whatever it is, I keep setting this down and picking it back up. Since it's a new year, I've spent some time thinking about why I still  come back to this thing. I’ve been asking myself a lot lately why I write at all—why it matters, what I want people to think or feel when they see these there-and-gone-on-the-timeline words. When I first started working for a marketing company, I had to read an excerpt from a book entitled Nobody Wants to Read Your Sh*t. (true story; ask my boss.) It was all about how our words don’t hold any weight at all unless they really matter to others—unless we can convince them that the words mean something, that they’re worth it. Otherwise, no one cares. Honestly, I