Well, hi. Welcome to this dusty little shell of an abandoned blog. Ugh. The promises I have made to myself regarding its revival are piled high and deep, an avalanche of worthless IOUs. I will try to sweep them away and tidy the place up. It might take a bit, because man. I once considered myself a fiercely creative person. But now when I seek that person out, hoping for a hit of enthusiasm and inspiration, she just looks askance at me. What did you expect? Unexercised muscles atrophy, dummy.

It is so hard to come back. I don't know where to begin. I don't know where I was. I don't even know what I want to say. I only know I want a certain feeling back.

I'm happy. I'll start with that. Things are good. I've been promoted to assistant manager, ho-hey. It's great, and I'm proud and excited - but something about that title makes me cringe. It feels so puffed up. I told my boss how weird it feels, to send emails signed as such. "Well that's what you are," she says. "You're doing a great job," she says.

I adore my boss.

Timo and I are still going strong. It's been a year and a half now. He's just gotten a promotion, too. His new title has much cooler words in it, like "director".

I work a lot - but I love it. Lots of six-day weeks, thanks to frequent events downtown. Also, when someone calls out, 9 times out of 10 it's me that covers for them. I train new hires (well, we've really only had one recently), code and file invoices, and now I've taken over ordering. I organize and write up procedural stuff related to our POS system, plus occasionally help with marketing. All this while more or less running the front of house. I only ever occasionally feel overwhelmed, and that's only when I'm working solo on an extremely busy day. I don't get to work with my boss very often; she's been promoted, too, and has two stores plus corporate training to oversee - but when I do it's a blast. We are sympatico. The other day she asked whether we couldn't just clone ourselves to run the whole shebang.

Timo and I do the best we can, with our contradictory schedules. Most nights I work late. Some weeks I only see him once or twice. He travels a bit here and there, too. Right now he's in Poland. The plus side of all this is that when we do get together, we are crazy excited to see one another. It is still really, really good with us.

He went home for Christmas, but came back in time to spend NYE with me. I made him go with me to see Deadmau5 in San Bernardino, outside in 50 degree weather with a few thousand kids rolling in spirit hoods. (There is nothing in this world like being at a festival with him. It is my heaven.) He came home from Germany loaded with chocolate and affection, as always.

I don't know why I've stopped blogging. I really don't. At first I used work as an excuse, but that doesn't really pan out. I could make time for it, I know. I work with lots of other creatives who make time for their passions.

I think deep down I'm afraid I don't have anything to say anymore. Anything that matters. I think deep down I'm afraid I've become just another working stiff.

But I'm going to try again.