I’m back to writing, it’s time for me to reconnect with you guys, and I’m actually excited about that.
No, I wasn’t hibernating, I wasn’t busy surviving a crushing fit of depression, or trying to make ends meet as a Yoga teacher in San Marcos Guatemala.
I was in New York City, the human meat grinder and I can officially admit that I am not as miserable as I used to be in there, that fat waxed-up Big Apple full of deluded expectations and crushed dreams.
Not miserable, but busy. I didn’t forget about gr0wing at all, though. But instead of writing posts, I decided to respond faster to the email I receive from readers across the planet, and approve comments, which all of you know how horrible I’ve been with.
So, for all those who now hate me for being a lamentable coward letting them down in the last six months, I have a barrel of smoking tar and a huge pool of feathers in which you can push me anytime.
And for those who are still willing to walk the walk with me, i’m still here, and since I don’t have a FaceBook account anymore, I’m likely to post more short and absurd updates featuring the old dog that lives at my place and other fascinating stories about my broken dishwasher. I’m sure you guys can’t wait to read that.
So if you feel like sending me a little message to complain about my second-hand English or my fetish for 80’s Sci Fi movies, or better, tell me what you want me to write about, please, reach out: gael[at]gr0wing.com