I’ve found over the last few months that writing helps a lot more than leaving things here. Having something physical to look back on that I wrote forces me to accept my writing as my own truth. It’s so easy for me to dismiss everything when I look back at this blog.
But for the sake of building small pieces of consistency in my life, I have set up reminders to revisit this and write something at least once a month. I still haven’t decided or figured out what direction I want to move in with this, but I’m sure it will come to me eventually…or never. Either is fine with me.
So here’s to the 10th new beginning this year. And the continuous struggle of daily existence.
Don’t cry too hard when you come back to read this. I promise you’re okay.