A Return to the Keyboard

Resurrecting a blog is hard. Resurrecting anything is hard. And for me, it’s always harder to restart something than to start something fresh for the first time. There’s a shame attached to having to restart. As though the act itself is an indication that I am not a good person.

Good people finish things. Good people don’t start something, get all excited about it, tell everyone about it and then stop.

They just don’t.

But of course, that’s ridiculous. Good people stop things all the time. For whatever reason. Sometimes for no reason at all. It just happens.

And yet, here I am, feeling like a neglectful, callous woman because my poor blog has sat stagnant for so long.

I stopped blogging for a couple reasons. For a hundred reasons. And even as I sit here in the coffee shop, diligently typing for 20 minutes because I promised myself I would, I don’t feel the need to explain anything. I’m just going to pick it back up and go from there.

Life is… life. Ups and downs, steps forward and back again. Some days it’s a whole new world and others it’s the second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.

Life is grand. Back on stage for the first time in 20 years, finding success in real estate, starting a coaching practice. Feeling more and more like I am actually living out my true essence every day.

Life is treacherous. The drama, the responsibilities, the never ending busyness of it all. There are days it’s a wonder I’m still standing. And yet I stand.

The dichotomy of existence and the acceptance for life as it comes is not for the faint hearted. Nor the idle spectator. It’s a get in the dirt and mess in the mud kind of lifestyle.

I’ve been listening to myself more which is incredible because for years I was told that I was thinking and doing and wanting were wrong. That who I am is wrong.

It takes a long time to unlearn things, especially ingrained things that are laced with emotion.

One foot in front of the other.

Revel in the majesty, kneel at the humility. Just another week in the life.

I feel as though something is coming, but I don’t know what. I only know that there are words inside me begging me to come out.

So here I present you with a handful of them.