It’s Father’s Day.

Consequently, it’s also been a month since I’ve posted, or even written, anything. This past year has been a long haul with a lot of change and I’m happy to have gone through it.

For one, it prepares me for other upcoming years that will present its own challenges. What they may be is something I can never be certain of, nor can anybody adequately warn me when they will happen.

Time will always remain an enigma.

All I know is I missed writing.

I missed the consistency of my writing.

I missed the focus and the opportunity to become an exorcist of my own demons through the written word.

And the longer you keep yourself away from the habit, the longer you need to build it back up again.

My words may be scattered and the posts may be weak, but I look forward to building the writing muscle back. There is a joy when my fingertips dance across the keyboard, begging my thoughts to channel themselves to each key.

There will be plenty of book reviews (as the reading hasn’t lagged) and perhaps they will be the requisite exercises needed. There’s always a catalyst for further thought in every work I come across.

I celebrate this Father’s Day with my family and feel excited to return to the written word.