The Shape of Today

Plotting the path forward

I spent a little time yesterday responding to reviews a few other WDC veterans have left on various items I'd written during my previous active period...and reading these pieces again for the first time has been an eye opener. Probably the most telling was the "Dear Me" entry from January of '21, which provides a snapshot I no longer remember clearly. It was during Dad's last illness, probably that period when I was driving him to Gainesville for iron infusions and having to get help from passerby to get him in and out of the car. He kept insisting he was strong enough to do it himself, and he never was.

Yeah. It was a bad time.

Writing was my own strength during that period, though I stopped when things began to deteriorate in February of that year. There really wasn't time at that point. Now that I have time and structure in my life again, it's interesting to go back and see where my mind was. It'll help me to plot a path into the future.