I never thought I’d be launching a new blog in the middle of a global pandemic, but here we are.

Poof.

And just like that, 10 years of my writing disappeared.

It’s amazing how quickly things can change; how the elusive bonds that tether us to what we define as ‘us’ can dissolve.

My old blog, thebumpandhustle.com, got lost in the ether in the weirdest hosting mishap. When I’m ruminating and my brain stumbles to the ‘why’ of it all, I can only conclude that the universe was at work. I mean, I have back ups – and it really is just a question of when Go Daddy and I can connect again for long enough to figure out what folder is hidden where, and how we can restore the lustre to my old domain – but something has shifted. It just feels, not like me.

And, I am changed too.

I’m not the mom who was juggling a first born with entrepreneurial endeavors. I’m also not the mom who so confidently called herself a strategist, or a producer, or even an actor. (Not right now, anyways.)

I don’t write about comic books, or cons or even relationships very much any more.

But I do still write, and I feel the need to move forward. Pivot.

My old blog is going to be restored eventually; and I’ll be able to trace my hands over so much archival memory. But until then, I’m leaning in.

There is an irreversible magic at work, and it’s called progress. And sure, right now progress looks a lot like the world standing still, as we hope for the cloud of this pandemic to glide over us and diffuse somehow, for good. But going forward never did look like a straight line.

‘I keep clinging to these little seeds of hope. I keep counting the magic.’ I said to my friend Mike today. Mike, who I hadn’t talked to in 6 years, and who I am now doing podcast episodes with because it’s what feels completely natural. See? Already there is this interesting connection and re-connection that in this context, is just the way things are.

And that’s just a little bit magical, don’t you think?

Yes, there’s also a hell of a lot of hand washing and physical distancing in this new normal, but I will weather it. We will.

One day at a time, one hour at a time, one breath at a time.

One post at a time.

Welcome, to the newest chapter of me.