I have been absent for a long time. From writing. From my simple passion.
The contradictory part was that I had so much time on my hands. So many thoughts, so many things going on. So much to write about But I could not string two sentences together.
As I had turned my back on writing I had done the same in all other aspects of my life. Built more walls to see who would care enough to break them down.
I had been through to hell and now I am back. I am still standing.
I am not whole anymore as how I knew myself. This woman I have become I do not know who is all the time. She is new to me.
She is more reserved. More outspoken. More uncensored. More reserved. Such a walking breathing and living contradiction.
This woman is now responsible for another human being. It is a big responsibility. I feel that I am already failing but I am willing to take guidance. I try to remember that a mother is born the day the child is born, so I cut myself some slack.
On how I look, it depends on the day. Most days I love myself. Some days I hate how I have come to look. The constant criticism gets to me. I am human.
All the things I knew about love wasn't enough. I am learning so much more of the deep capacity of my heart to love. Sometimes love is simply being there. Silent. Giving and until there is nothing left to give, and then giving some more.
I want to breathe new life to this space. Write more. Share more. Explore more. Live more.