So, the vow of silence is over. I don't think that I consciously decided to stop writing - and I mean all writing, I haven't much journaled either - but somewhere along the way, that part of my personal life curled up for hibernation. The only areas of life that have gotten any sort of consistent content out of me is 1) Facebook (too easy to post thoughts as updates) and 2) WebSpark (but when it's your job and your paycheck depends on it, how can you say no?).
And hibernation is over. I can't tell you the exact moment I opened my eyes and decided to rub the sleep out of them, but it's happened. There have been several interesting developments in my life this month, and I don't think that this awakening can be attributed to just one of them...but maybe all of them combined? It is possible.
I've spent the last couple of days trying to get reacquainted with my plan and purpose, with the items that I had already lined up for covering and with the feelings and thoughts I had been intending to connect with -- it's been too long; and I feel like a stranger in my writer's skin.
And, let me say, now that the pressure has had a bit of release, I can feel the tumult of items to come...I wrote a couple of Love Letters last night, and I've been a little out of whack today. Thank goodness my co-workers and friends are used to me being a little different; and thank goodness they allow for a lot different from time to time.
I am not promising to write all the time now - we know where that leads, and I am not interested in setting myself up for failure and inevitable guilt. But, I am up and ready to stretch out the kinks from being snoozed-out for so long.
I am welcoming myself back to the platform....