So… apparently I have a blog.
I started Stuff I Write a bunch of years ago with a few clever essays and the hope that I’d keep it going. And then, you know…life.
It’s mostly been good. My practice is busy and I’m teaching a lot more. My podcast Marriage Therapy Radio is still “on the air” and I’ve got a new book proposal brewing.
On the personal side: I’ve decided that parenting young adults is officially harder than parenting young children. The girls are simultaneously my greatest joy and the greatest threat to my sanity. Thankfully Rebecca and I have found a bit of a rhythm and we’re proactively thinking about what’s next as we slowly empty the nest.
For sure, a lot has changed in the last four years, and somewhere along the way, I forgot I had a blog.
But today I’m 52. And for some reason, that feels like a good day to wake this thing back up.
Here’s the deal: This is where I’ll write about stuff outside of my area of expertise. I’ve got plenty of places to explore relationships; and of course, relationships will sneak in…because I think everything is relational at some level. But mostly, this is a place for what doesn’t fit anywhere else.
Things I might write about:
mystery, because not everything makes sense
math, because I keep trying to solve for x
music, because some songs won’t let go
myth, because we’re all still believing something
movies, because art gets there faster than theory
and the magic in the mundane, because it’s always hiding in plain sight
Also recovery - which regrettably doesn’t begin with M - from addiction, from imposter syndrome, from patriarchy, from old blueprints that don’t work anymore. Mine, for sure, and maybe also yours. I believe in relational recovery as a practice and as part of that practice, I’m gonna write stuff.
If that sounds like something you’d like to read, stick around. No schedule. No pressure. Just… stuff I write.
More soon.
kZB
P.S. If you know some one who might enjoy my stuff, please share this post. And if there’s some stuff you’d like me to write about, please don’t hesitate to let me know.