Getting Back to It: Post Manic Life

I'm BackA former colleague once told me, "When you see a swimming pool, you don't dip your toe in. You do a cannonball." When I rediscovered blogging a few years ago, I started accumulating domains like bad habits. I went five hundred straight days writing three blog posts every 24 hours, and a good chunk of that was before I finally retired from my job at the university where I worked. Every day was a blank sheet of paper, and I always figured out a way to fill it. The secret to maintaining that pace is a well-managed case of bipolar disorder and riding a long stretch on the manic side for all it's worth. The reality is that it always eventually ends. It's not a bottomless well. There's definitely a bottom. I didn't stop writing because I ran out of things to say. I stopped because the engine that was running that hard finally idled back down to a normal speed, which, it turns out, is really a healthier place to live. I don't miss the pace, but I do miss the interaction with folks…