So I’ve had a bit of a hiatus. Not sure what I’ve been doing, as all the days have seemed to clump together. There was some podcasting and some swimming and some holidays and some sickness and a lot of work, but for the most part…eh. I was thinking during the drive home today — well, thinking and paying close attention to the traffic, of course — and really reflecting on my life as I’m prone to do at times. It occurred to me that I didn’t used to be so crazy. (Crazy in the lovable yet somewhat self-disruptive way that I am). I remember simple things, like an uncomfortable feeling about heights, but none of these weird phobias about elevators and bridges and escalators. Heck, heights in video games can make me woozy now. In many ways, I’ve come out of a bit of a shell that I was in during my teens and early 20s. But now…what happened? What causes a grown woman to suddenly see elevators as death traps? Or have such issues trying anything new that it’s a big production just to do it? WHEN DID I GET SO DULL?? Sure, I should be asking my doc these questions, but I tend to forget I have issues when my appointment rolls around. I’m taking this opportunity to tell myself to knock it the hell off. Sure, having issues was fun while it lasted, but I need to move on to something else. So brain — you are officially on notice.