I Can’t Even
I just can’t
Right now
Really, I mean
How
Does anyone
Expect
Me
And
With
What
©️DÁLē
31 De 2021
From Me to You in 2022!
Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Indigo Montoya in The Princess Bride
At the start, I had a plan. Strategy, if you will. But, then, this happened. And then that. Followed by another and another. That. Then that. And that. That and that and that and that and that and … and …
So, I had me a bit of a shutdown, I did. I retreated. I’m ok. Rebooting, in a sense. I am writing about it and will post in time. Here’s what else I have planned for 2022 and My Good Wolf:
Structure!
As in organizational structure of some kind. Working on a menu with categories (i.e.; Lupus, Dogs, Mental Health, Unpopular Opinions, etc) into which posts will be sorted.
More Posts
More of the same: smattering or so of poetry amidst essays and other prose musings by me and my born of pandemic alter-ego, Underlying Conditions Lady.
Art and Fiction
If I hereby promise to publish my new forays into digital art, will that be the motivation I need to work through my Stuff* so that I will, in fact, post said art? ‘Tis the dream! (😇🐮! And I’m promising stories, too!)
And …
Nope. Notgonnadoit. Just leave it right there. That’s already a lot, you know. Yes, but it’s what I really want. And now that I have successfully asked for and received help, it feels doable!❤️**
*Thanks, predictive text, that word 💯 needs capitalization right here!
**{😇🐮}x2! Putting some self-love out there! On NYE while listening to celebratory gunfire, no less.
My Good Wolf 