Where do you begin when you’ve been gone for so long?
Gone from the routine of typing at the keyboard, gone from the process of composing the story, gone from the friendship that used to be a lifeline, gone from connecting with a love you always knew.
How do you return when there’s so much to say but nowhere to begin?
Lost is the feeling of being connected to the risk. Lost is the urge to create something new, to jump-off, to be scared. Lost is you, the one below the wagon from which you just fell.
To stand up and brush yourself off, to feel inspired, to climb back on seems impossible. To stay where you are, down below the wagon, in the shuffle of dirt, is easier than the alternative. So you remain disconnected from hope, from love, from yourself.
You remain hidden in the shadows, away from the light. Down below, your life becomes about survival. To simply exist becomes the greatest struggle you know.
Eventually, however, something forces you to move. (An external force, an internal switch? Is there a difference?) And even though you find discomfort in doing something beyond your control, you know moving is better than standing still.
Before long you find yourself moving like you once did. Up, about, around. Soon you remember how good it feels to stay in motion. So much so, you can’t stop.
Finally you return to that place you left behind months ago. You begin employing the habits you forget you once had. You return to the self you love and enjoy. You discover the color of consistency again, and remind yourself of its everlasting importance.
And so it begins today. The journey continues. Welcome back.