Writing is important to me. I did a lot of writing in 2020, and then I felt a false sense of pressure to write perfect, lengthy posts that people would want to read. It lost its excitement. I couldn’t find much joy in it any more, so I stopped. But oh how I miss it. I miss the outlet for my thoughts. The challenging yet exhilarating puzzle of stringing words together well. So in 2021, I’ll be writing again. Not for others, but for me. Small pieces, like grabbing a Pop-Tart to eat on my drive to work. And I freaking love Pop-Tarts.