I could promise to write more often...

...or practice my guitar everyday, or
bang on my djembe until the neighbors call the cops, or
finally make those thousand origami cranes I've been thinking about, or
really, like, really learn to knit, or
finish that kaleidoscope string quilt, or
better tend to my correspondence, or
whip up the Little Squares Scarf, or
stitch together the Schoolhouse Tunic.

But for now, I'm content to dwell in the physical world: running, biking, climbing, hiking, practicing yoga, jumping into cold lakes with the dogs, darting around empty schoolyards catching frisbees.

It's finally starting to feel like fall around here, and soon enough it'll be time to sit by the woodstove and work on subversive cross stitch projects.

But I'm avoiding a big work-related question right now, so it's easier to be outside, to sweat, to breathe hard, to get worked, and to be too tired at the end of the day to give it any thought. Too much time in my head is best avoided when important decisions are afoot.

So I'm sorry to have been such a lousy blogger lately. I'm just having trouble sitting still and facing my thoughts head on. Better to let them sneak up on me in the middle of a run, or halfway up a climb. Even though I still have to deal with them, I feel better equipped when I'm not meeting them at a desk.

I'll write more often as the weather cools and I turn more inward. I always do.