quietly slipping back into the writing game. it seems as if something as simple as a different computer situation has stifled my writing. but that is not entirely true if i am perfectly honest. others remarks and sideways glances robbed me of the confidence i once used to write. my thoughts are mine and do not need validated. and everyone is entitled to their own opinion. but the mere act of publishing them on here opens, and in fact, invites others opinions, comments, remarks. so i am toughening my skin and beginning the journey again.
suffice it to say i am in a much different place now from the last time i posted. i have moved. twice. across country. both times. crazy! the story of the moves will undoubtedly unfold over the course of my writing. each move was exhilarating and exciting and just what i needed at the time - but they came with a price tag even i was unprepared for. don't get me wrong - i do not have regrets - well, maybe one - i should have moved years ago!
that is not to say where i was living was a bad place. it is not. in fact it is a perfect spot! i look at it this way: remember your favorite pair of pants/shirt/shoes/etc. from when you were say 15 years old? no matter how fabulous that treasured item was to you at the time, eventually you outgrew it or your taste changed and you no longer held it out as "the only" or as "the best". that doesn't take away one smidgen of the specialness that was wrapped up in it. it is just passed its time. that is what i felt - i was past my time to stay.
suffice it to say i am in a much different place now from the last time i posted. i have moved. twice. across country. both times. crazy! the story of the moves will undoubtedly unfold over the course of my writing. each move was exhilarating and exciting and just what i needed at the time - but they came with a price tag even i was unprepared for. don't get me wrong - i do not have regrets - well, maybe one - i should have moved years ago!
that is not to say where i was living was a bad place. it is not. in fact it is a perfect spot! i look at it this way: remember your favorite pair of pants/shirt/shoes/etc. from when you were say 15 years old? no matter how fabulous that treasured item was to you at the time, eventually you outgrew it or your taste changed and you no longer held it out as "the only" or as "the best". that doesn't take away one smidgen of the specialness that was wrapped up in it. it is just passed its time. that is what i felt - i was past my time to stay.
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