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It's Time.

Long overdue, I've decided to add another post to my paltry collection on musings. In the years since I last published anything here, may things have happened in my life. While there have been my share of missteps, I've had quite a few personal victories too. I think the break from writing has been a good one but now I believe that it's time to start things up again with this blog.

Life has a way of moving quickly whether or not you're watching it go by. It doesn't seem as if a great amount of time has passed but simply looking at the last time I posted anything here tells a different tale entirely. My children have grown significantly and I'm inches away from losing my "cool" status with them–I suppose that cherishing any status with the label "cool" automatically invalidates my worthiness. I've changed careers, lost loved ones and even adopted a small dog. With so much going on, there should be plenty to share in the coming posts.

To begin, let's just say that I like lots of "stuff." Movies, books, music, games, food, technology... "stuff." I've also had the good fortune to collect, borrow or view lots of stuff over the years and there doesn't seem to be much sign of that slowing down. In the interest of giving back, I will (from time to time) have posts about stuff I think is cool enough that everyone should have it. When this happens, there will be links to where you can acquire your own in my post. I'm mentioning this now because if you follow my links to the stuff in question, I may get credit for referring you and get a few pennies to keep the lights on so I can keep recommending more stuff! Basically: click my links...please. 😁

So, without further ado, I henceforth re-open eclectika.com for your reading pleasure. Please subscribe if you like what you see and share with others when appropriate.

Let's see where this little experiment takes us!

-n

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