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So much for my good intentions to keep posting on vacation. As soon as my flight landed, my brain went on vacation too. I spent most of my time reading beach novels, frolicking in the sun, and sleeping.

I clearly needed a vacation, and I refuse to feel bad about it.

It became especially clear as my travelling companion had little interest in listening to my passing thoughts (many of which will become future blog posts) that I miss writing daily—so posting here will resume post-haste.

I’m also contemplating some sort of podcast, perhaps to document my upcoming journey of de-gnostification. It’s a bit early to set firm goals (I typically do that between Christmas and New Year’s), but I’d like 2019 to be a year of face-to-face relationships, doing art IRL, and examining many of my prior assumptions.

Anyway. I’m back.