Twenty-Eighteen & Moments

I took a step away from writing here.

It really has been years since I was “a blogger” in any qualifiable way, but I officially resolved that it was time to let it go as this past summer slipped gently into fall. I was preparing for my busiest semester to date and I felt like I had nothing to say. My heart was bursting but I just couldn’t write.

Ever since I stopped a few years ago, I’ve been waiting for the right moment to start writing again.

For the longest time, I thought I would have this Moment where the light would shine down on me, the answers would be in my hands, the words would be written, and I would be There. I’d been waiting for that moment.

But life doesn’t happen like that. There is no light. There are no answers. And you have to write it yourself.

I’ve realized that I’m never going to arrive at the place I want to be without sort of stumbling around in the dark at first; you can’t be truly honest without vulnerability.

So here I am, writing. 

It’s going to be messy and sound like scribbled notes in the margins. Sometimes it’s going to sound like tears. But I’ll commit to shrug away fear and insecurity in order to make room for honesty. I simply want to write again, even if this isn’t the Moment – because it’s been years & I have lots to say.