Unclogged

It's been a while since I've written. It hasn't been from lack of news, or even from lack of time. I might describe the problem as a writer's block, but it's really been more of a writer's clog.

See, a couple of weeks (or so) ago, I started an entry about my recent anxieties. The main idea was that things are great for our family right now, but for various job-related reasons the situation is tenuous, and that is making me anxious. No matter how many times I rewrote it, it came across as exactly the sort of overly internal, things-you-should-be-saying-to-a-therapist posting that turned me off to blogging in the first place. So I kept saving it as a draft rather than posting it. Days, went by, then weeks.

To finally break the clog let me just boil it down to two bullets and delete the rest:

• Things are tough for lots of people right now. People we know, even family members, are having to uproot themselves and make major lifestyle changes on a daily basis. Despite some bright spots, this region - which has been home to our families for generations - is withering.
  
• If something happens to Sarah's job we'll be okay but we'll have to give up a lot. Some are material things, which I've come to care about a lot less in recent years (although I would really miss the view from our bedroom window). Far worse, though, is that we'll almost certainly have to move away. Far away. I can't begin to describe how painful that would be. We made the decision years ago to stay in this area because this is where our family is.

So that's it. Less literary than my earlier efforts, but at least I feel can click "Publish" on this one and move on.

Moving on . . .