Here we are.

You may not realize it and might not care if you did, but this entry is the 18th in a series I started today. And for once in this succession, the image here is recent and meaningful, and intentional.

Throughout 52Weeks’ lifespan, I’ve many times fallen behind its dated posts — but never by as much as 18 weeks. Truth be told, I would have been even further behind if it wasn’t for a flurry of entries I wrote at once in July. Nevertheless, the experience of compiling these recent ones has a lot of meaning, so why not celebrate with a short review:

In one of the recent entries I wrote about my surprise that producing these took so little effort. The rest of the story comes from my self a few years ago, when I struggled for content or words that made me comfortable. Perhaps I was over-thinking it then. No matter, that time and that person are gone; today I found new joy here.

Maybe it took a total of three hours to curate these. I don’t claim they are profound nuggets of generational wisdom or anything like that, but here they are and I made them. This makes me question why I ever felt anxious about initialization.

Which brings me to you. I sincerely hope you aren’t one of those people who believe they don’t have a creative bone in their body. Everyone has to make decisions, so we are all creative by defintion since in life there is no instruction manual. If I can compile these entries in a manner that pleases me, you can do something similar. There is no magic except for excuses.