I said that I was going to post a part 2, so I’m making good on my promise. As I write this, I really want cake. But it’s getting late and I’m trying not to eat late, especially eat cake late. 2016 is now well underway and March has just popped up. We got the church Web site launched and have gotten into a nice sync with social media and marketing. That site was one of the tightest deadlines I’ve ever worked under, but I delivered on time. Then we took a couple of weeks to work out some bugs. After several 12-15 hour work days/nights, things have evened out and, dare I say, somewhat of a routine has occurred. I like it.

I worked out for the first time in a while the other night. While there’s a little bit of soreness, it wasn’t as bad as I feared, and amazingly, I woke up the next morning full of energy. It was weird, but cool. Now that I’m getting a “routine,” I’m trying to get back into taking care of myself a little bit better again. My body has added around 25 pounds in the past few years and it’s time to try to shed that mess. I’m in my 30s now and it’s not going to be as easy, but I figure I’ll try to make some adjustments and see where that gets me.

The good news is, the Riverwalk has reopened from the flooding! You can see some of the places on the trees where the water got really high. It’s crazy to think. The area doesn’t quite look the same, but it’s back and recovering. And isn’t that life? We go on our way for a while, but then something comes along that changes us. We survive, but we’re not the same. We go on, accept the new normal because there’s nothing else for us to do. Yet it’s not always bad. Everything needs to reset from time to time.

That’s where I find myself, in the reset. Not entirely, mind you, but in a good place of reflection and just change enough. The irony is that I’ve deemed this year the year of reconnecting. I’ve been trying to put some effort into relationships that have been neglected over the past few years. All while I’m meeting new people and making new friends, I hope to go back to some of those warm familiar faces as well and hug more of those familiar necks instead of just “liking” Facebook statuses and pictures.

It has been going well so far and this new routine has afforded some good time and opportunity. While there are things in life that we can’t change, plenty that we can’t undo, and as far as I’m aware, we can’t go back to the past, but there’s always the reset button. I’m finding that new beginnings often take us back to the start and though different, the start is oddly familiar and comforting.