*The sound of a man pulling the start cord of a lawnmower over and over*

The sages don’t lie. Rust accumulates fast when you step away from the creative life. Yet, I’ve decided to return here a little earlier than planned just to bring you some thoughts from the scrambled egg formerly known as Sahm’s brain. Yes, two cups of coffee already down on my first day back to work in 12 days and I’m still in a haze.

It was inevitable though. I went through a high-stress period (the month before the wedding), followed by a warp-speed period (the magic day itself), and concluded it all with a week of Caribbean cruising, shore excursions, and catching on about six months of sleep. Suddenly, I arrive back in New York, and getting back to normal is like trying to surf without a board. Nothing like taking in a couple mouthfuls of salt water when the wave crashes on your head!

But as I’m apt to say— so it goes. I know I had a blast on the whole, and after this short recovery, I will walk away greatly strengthened in all facets of my life. I could wax on the benefits of marriage, but it wouldn’t be anything that someone hasn’t said before. However, among the typical benefits, as a creative person that married another creative person, the union does solidify our presence as an artistic force to be reckoned with. To which I can only be thoroughly excited at such a future.

For now, I must enjoy the new car scent of my fresh memories and drive myself back to my productive routines. Yeah, you might smell some clutch burning, but Blogimus Prime, Magic Junk, and all of the projects will be rolling at full speed very soon. Cheers!