I promised myself that when I actually had a block of time I would sit down and revisit this blog. I’m in the middle of a two week stay-cay and I made a list of things that need doing. This was definitely one of them. To revisit this space that has been witness to me surviving coming out. A space that has seen me spiral, drown, rise and live in the moments of my life like no other. And man oh man. What a ride it’s been.
It’s been a while and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I would ever write here again. But I’ve missed the freedom of writing for my soul and growing in the spaces between my fingers and the keys. I’ve missed the illumination that comes from honest reflection and expression of the tides of emotions that flow through me. I am a ravenous creature who feeds on the highs and the lows and all the in-betweens of love and life.
I am in a strange place these days. Not happy. Or unhappy. Existing in a vacuum as a coiled, anxious being. Like so many others. Not quite where I thought I would be today, and life isn’t exactly what I had envisioned when I came out. But I believe, wholeheartedly, that as long as you draw breath there is still time to change whatever you feel needs changing in order to have the life you desire. And so I begin with this one small step. To write again. Here. In my very own little sanctuary.
I’m a Writer, dag nabbit! I should be writing!
Dear Universe, I reclaim this personal space!
(It’s all about intention and affirmation. 🙂 )
Hello again, Crooked.