So, it turns out that I care entirely too much about what you think.
I quit blogging so much because there were some things going on in my life that were special and precious; I wanted to treasure them up in my heart. Which I did.
My heart is a fickle, forgetful, and changeable thing. I did not write these things down anywhere. I now remember snippets. Many more precious, painful, invigorating and mundane events have occurred and been forgotten since then.
Regret.
