About the 2016 GLBTQ Youth Summit, getting outside to enjoy the weather and returning to my writing practice
My horse accident happened at a time in my life when I was extremely happy. I had never had so much in my life that was good. And I had never had so much to lose. I was terrified.
It’s getting to that end of year time when we start to think about another year gone by. We wonder what next year will be like and what we want it to be like. What do we need to do or change to make next year better than this year? But I don’t know, 2015 was pretty good.
I have this picture in my mind of a movement that happens without fanfare or gimmicky calls for attention. Where people simply do what needs to be done…
I’ve come to rely on my GPS to get me around. It’s a safer way to navigate than the paper maps I used to use — looking down at the map, up at the road, down at the map — all the while losing my place amongst the list of turns.
Despite the best of intentions, it’s been awhile since I posted here and will probably be awhile before I post again. It’s been an interesting summer — strange and perplexing and directionless and maybe a better summer because of that.