So I’m sitting at a cliffside resort in Maine, looking out across the Atlantic, and wondering how I ended up in a life like this. I’m also getting ready to try to do some writing, so I figured an update here is in order.

I honestly have nothing clever or meaningful to say. I’ve been thinking a lot lately (“ruminating,” as the psych folks call it) about my life and how I lead it, about the people in it, about the mark I’m making on the world, intentional or otherwise. As usual, my thoughts are a stew. I’ll leave that to another time.

For now, just warming up my typing hands.

B