Sometimes I remember that the point of this blog is me.
Spring has finally arrived in my little acre of Canada and with it the urge to purge. In the spirit of that quaint custom known as spring cleaning, I will be engaging in a sweep of the corners of my mind and a trip or two into the depths of my soul. Things have been stirred up in the last few days. Issues that are old and no longer fit the newer, but certainly not completely improved, me.
I find my inspiration in the oddest of places. The newspaper. Upcoming anniversaries and holidays. My sadistic yoga instructor. The act of writing. Employment opportunites. Things that other people blog about. Regardless of where the impetus comes from, in the end this is about me. Try to remember that and keep up because I don’t want to have to pull over and repeat myself.