I can’t write right now.
I can’t find the right words to describe what’s happening in my life.
It feels a little like being disassembled and put back together again.
Some parts are being left out this time…
Parts that are weighing me down or no longer serving me.
It’s time to travel lightly, I think…
To be ready to act at a moment’s notice.
I can’t explain why I feel that way.
I just do.
I feel light (double entendre intended).
I feel different yet familiar.
I am coming home to myself.
It’s been a long time coming.
And each step I take through the door brings with it a sweet wave of recognition…
I remember this girl.
She shows up and says and does the most amazing things.
She tells stories and allows herself to be seen and understood.
She reaches out to people, she connects, she shines.
Oh, how she shines.
Other people probably don’t notice.
But I do.
I see her.
And every time I do it takes my breath away.
I am so very thankful that she’s back…
Although I don’t think she was ever really gone.
She was just hiding, waiting, biding her time until I was ready.
Once I am, she’s going to change everything.
I can feel it coming.
She is brave and brazen.
She is not afraid to be herself.
In fact, she refuses to be anyone else.
She is not a writer.
She is a people person.
She digs people,
She gets people.
She needs people.
You’ve been hiding out here, she whispers…
Time to get back out there.
She wants to be the boss of me.
I think I might let her.