Almost two years since my last blog post?! Yikes, it really has been a while. And instead of fixating on that 2 million pound elephant… perhaps I’ll take the easy road and kick things off in 2015 with a little reflection exercise.

Back in my MFA days, I was assigned to read Joe Brainard’s I Remember, which was a little gem of creative writing that was quite unconventional in its construction. There was no plot, no real story line, just page after page of sentences beginning with “I remember…” – a collage of words, memory and imagination. And since it has been such a long while, I’ll start with that.

It’s been a while since I’ve taken the 6 train uptown to the Upper East Side and back to my 5th floor walk up apartment, walked through that apartment building door and taken a deep breath of preparation for the climb ahead.

It’s been a while since I’ve participated in a yoga class. Everyone here in Aspen seems to be so naturally good at yoga. And back in New York and Delaware, for whatever reason, it seemed easier to blend into the background. I prefer running on trails where my self-consciousness is swallowed whole by the immense amount of open space around me.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt sand between my toes and the sting of the Atlantic ocean water along the Delaware shoreline.

It’s been a while since I’ve worked as a waitress, but I can’t help but feel a bit of the anxiety that comes with “being in the weeds” while dining in a full, busy restaurant.

It’s been a while, a short while, since my Aunt passed away in November 2014, but I think of her everyday and, in quiet moments, replay her laugh in my mind.

It’s been a while but I’ve never forgotten the thrill of jumping off of a swing and, perhaps more so, those final few seconds of anticipation before the rush of weightlessness.

It’s been a while since I’ve written much of anything. But, then again, does that really matter? In the words of Scarlet O’Hara, “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.”