Reflection isn't free

It’s been just about a year since I started writing here in an effort to document something worthwhile not just for myself, but for my nephew (soon to be “nephews”) to look at in the future and get an idea of just who Uncle Marc was/is. What I’ve found over time is that my writing has morphed from more descriptive, externally-influenced pieces, to more self-reflection and introspection that comes from a year of upheaval and using this medium as a method to make sense of it all. That and naturally, over time, having to go deeper and deeper in order to find something to say. It isn’t free. Sitting down to write every Friday (and for the last few months, it’s actually been writing every day) takes time and effort to search within myself to find something to express, something that isn’t just my misguided ranting in the hopes that someone will read it, but rather something that again-and-again adheres to my original goal of giving insights into who Uncle Marc was/is. It isn’t free…