Six Months Later…
I have been wanting to find my way back to this space for a few months now but it has been surprisingly difficult. Not because of a lack of time or a lack of interest or even a lack of inspiration…but because it started to intimidate me. It started to loom at me and make me second guess its very existence. Its blank slate looked like a hurdle rather than a canvas. Coming up with the right words, at the right time, to say the right thing seemed like an impossibly daunting task.
But here I am.
Today I looked at this space and realized it has been a whole six months since I left it. And here’s what happened in that six months: I stopped writing. I started to think I was not a good writer. I started to tell myself that I shouldn’t get back to it. I began to believe that my energy and talent and time was better spent on something else – anything else – besides writing. On my kids, on our new home, on my business and my marriage. On the new puppy we are bringing home this weekend and the holidays that loom ahead and the to-dos and must-dos and want-to-dos that were crowding my inbox and my mind on a daily basis.
Anywhere else but on me.
Well now is the time for me.
It’s not for the followers, the stats, the perfect Instagram moments or the extra income. It’s not for the comments or the likes or the shares. It’s not for the kids or the husband or the clients.
It’s for me.
For the writing and the blank canvas and the six months I spent questioning so much and coming back to the same answer over and over again:
Now is the time for me.
And I am happy to be back.
I hope you are finding some time for you right now as well. xx