Hi, Blog.
I think we’ve met before. My name is KJ and I used to write here. Quite a bit, sometimes.
The truth is, I miss being here, and lately I’ve been thinking about a number of Big Life Change things. This past year has been one of growth, and rearranging, and getting to know myself better. And just in case I wasn’t getting the message, on February 22, the Universe hit me with a car and bounced me off a truck before I hit the ground.
The make of the car? A Ford FOCUS.
Uh, yeah, Universe. Thanks. I get it.
I’m okay, mostly — just impatient with the recovery timeline of my concussion. I’d like my life back to normal sooner rather than later. But I’m definitely getting a lot of time to think (which is, ironically, what I’m supposed to be avoiding so my brain can heal).
But one of the main things I’m thinking is that I miss being here, talking with you. So if it’s okay with you, I’d like to start checking in again, telling you what I’m up to, sharing the things that excite me, and that kind of thing.
It’s been so long that I didn’t want to just barge back into your life, Blog. I thought that might be a little rude. But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to hang out and be besties again.
… Really? AWESOME.
I’ll bring the Diet Pepsi.













A fellow once said “Focus is for wimps!” I forget his name.
Good to see you again! I never realized it was that serious. When I saw it in Fb, I thought you were in your own car when you were hit. Still … in any event, concussion is serious ..
It took two weeks for me to realize how serious it was. The first week, my knee was the main focus (it got beat up pretty badly), so with the medication I was taking for the knee, I didn’t notice that my head hurt. The second week I had a really bad cold and was sleeping a lot, so again — didn’t notice my head hurt. It was only once the cold was gone that I noticed my speech patterns were messed up and my head was killing me. (I’m a little slow to catch on! LOL!)
You rock! (-:
Oh my god. I had no idea. Welcome back!
this is great; I can relate to the ‘dusting off the keyboard’…Life happens…Marsha