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.