The strangest thing so far, winding down to ten years into this new life, was sitting in a roomful of people, some of whom knew me at the very beginning, and saying it’s coming up on ten years. It’s come up in conversation with other people but it was only speaking the words to people who “knew me when” that it struck me how long ten years actually is. It’s been a journey.

Nothing is as I thought it might be. Now, having dropped the artifice and bluster, I am not the person that I ever imagined I was or would be. That all sounds rather vague and cryptic but it’s difficult to find the words to explain. Life continues to be a surprise. I’m about to begin a second decade as a decade nears it’s end and another begin.

2020

It’s a science fiction number. It sounds more like the future than 2019 did at the end of 2018.

And hell, even that sounds stupid.

The thoughts and words will come eventually. I’ve ten days to sit and decompress and reflect and the words will come.