Well it has certainly been a while, hasn't it. I feel like I'm stuck in a yearly cycle:
In midsummer being home alone clears out my head and I finally can make sense of all that happened that year.
By fall I'm in a pretty good mood and content with the world.
But after Christmas I start fading again, and when Spring blooms all I want to do is sit by myself for three weeks.
I'm just getting over those Spring doldrums, but I'm not quite home free. I'm kind of scared that if I am too eager to embrace that better me it will disappear.
Similarly, I am hesitant to write any truths about God because I am afraid those will disappear as well.