I can’t believe it’s been five years since I’ve done this. Relearning everything because I am a totally different person. Who was that child that wrote those few words? Scared to put fingers to keyboard and share my thoughts. I mean, she’s still in there but the desire to stay quiet isn’t louder than the desire to share anymore.

The world feels discombobulated and I’m trying to find my place in it again. It’s not the first time but each time is still hard and what worked before doesn’t work again. And when I reread my words, I’ll all I, I, I…. me, me, me…. I’m so tired of my thoughts and my worries and my trying to solve my problems. What if? I let it go.

Okay. I’m not going to commit to showing up. To be witty or relatable. To even keeping this here. But I will promise not to be someone that I’m not. My goal here is to share my art and creative process, non existent as it is. To share me with the universe, behind a screen.