New Year, Old Me
I'm getting overly ambitious at this new year, and trying out something I have seen Emily Liu and Cory Zue do, though doubtless others have done it as well. If you comment on the Bluesky post that announces this blog post, it will show up here as a comment! I'm not sure/not thrilled with some of the other ways to handle comments on a statically generated site, so this is what I'm going with for now. It may not be a permanent solution but it's a fun way to spend an evening for me today!
Parenting (as) a sinner
Sometimes I feel like I'm a little kid who found a knife (as my two-year old mysteriously did a couple days ago), and I knew as soon as I found it with its wooden handle and shiny blade that I was not supposed to have this knife. But it was pretty, and I was sure I was old enough to manage it just fine on my own. So I started cutting at a stick with it and watching the bark shave away in satisfying, if clumsy, manner. Until the knife slips (it's not that sharp), and I cut myself.
Thinking about repentance and forgiveness
March has been a very strange month. If I'm honest, February was no less strange, but it was more actively strange and March is a suspension between action and forward movement. It is a month of waiting. What I am waiting for, I'm not ready to say publicly, but either way, waiting is an uncomfortable place to be. Facing down a monumental life change (to me, doubtless it would not be to many other people), caught between how things have been and how things will be, I find my past catching up with me and asking for resolutions before I move forward into something new.