Who am I trying to assure with these introspections, anyway? I should hope that I've done enough to assure long-unapproached friends that "it's not you, it's me" is very much in effect. Most people don't care about the Grand Gallery, and the ones that do will know that long hiatuses are not uncommon in its history. Many people know by know that I'm aware of my issues, very open about them, and ask for help when I need to. But the latter isn't the case here - I'm happy and healthy, getting along, and the only one who can feel the rain on my skin is myself, so to speak. It is no longer 2013, and I am not that curious blend of closed off and active that I once was. If anything, I've flip flopped!...and I should cease to keep apologizing for my new activity structure of ebbs and flows. I don't like it, but that is reality, and accepting it as such could help with my overarching paralysis, giving whatever I can to fight against my complacency without the need to qualify it for my own motivation (as I'm doing now, I realize). Perhaps, at last, the time has come to simply shut up and jam.