The secret life of bees…
The busy bee has no time for sorrow. ~William Blake
For better or worse, most of my online musings have been lost in a sea of ones and zeros. Whether it was a disconnect between two friends, my lack of understanding in how the world of hosting works or simple fate (and yes, I realize not everyone embraces that last idea) the results were still the same.
But maybe it isn’t all that bad.
Sure, I’ll be combing through old paper files and copying what I have and at some point, uploading these sentiments of days gone into an archive but in many ways, this is an opportunity for a fresh start. So much has happened in this past decade of my life that maybe it is best that it remains obscure only to be referenced over glasses of wine with friends or when faced with a choice where in the wisdom of yesterday (in the form of lessons learned) can be applied.
If the busy bee has no time for sorrow then I too shall follow that act. Onward.