I'm not numb and uninspired. I've moved on. Settled that within my mind years ago, gradually, then permanently. The right choice. A good decision. Now, things like taking better care of myself, allowing myself to spend some energy on just having fun and being in a good mood, learning, and looking forward to being there for my family, inspire me. Not every day is perfect but I'm getting there. To me that's inspiring. And I'm leaving it there.

Had another look around this space today. I care about it. No clue where me and my work would fit. I did work on some though. Enjoyed it. And it looks nothing like what I see out there. It's been something like two and half years since the last time I picked up these tools.

Moral of the story is funny to me. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.