The Seventh

I never like reading a post or watching a video that begins with “hey, sorry I haven’t posted in a while,” or any variation on that theme. It always makes my eyes roll.

Half the time it’s from a creator I’ve never seen before. It’ll be the first time I’ve encountered anything of their work and I have no frame of reference. It’s like a stranger showing up at your house party saying “sorry I’m late.” My reaction is the same: This could very well be the one and only time I ever see you, let’s not worry about your punctuality just yet.

And the other half the time, if I am familiar with the writer or speaker (or whatever)? … I usually don’t care then either. Unless I’m waiting for a juicy part 2, I’m good. Take your time, tardy king. There’s other stuff I could have read or watched while you were away. We’re here now, don’t waste my time or your breath, let’s just get on with it.

But now, after having stepped away from updating this blog and through to the other side of this matter, I kinda get it. Yes, that’s right, here I was getting exasperated with all of these kettles until I suddenly realized that the hearth fire has hardly left me unscathed either. But this might just be the pot talking. Because, while the apology is for the reader and viewer, it’s also for the creator. Because an apology isn’t just an atonement but a break from the past. Because sometimes the next step is erasing the last step. A clearing of the air, a blanking of the slate. It’s an intention to do better, in whatever form that takes.

So I guess all I’m saying here is “hey guys, I’m back. Sorry it’s been a while.”