I know that it has been a few months since I last updated the blog, and I’m sorry for the absence. In the past month I have literally held the hand of a dying man at the end of his life, and cradled a newborn only twelve hours after they were born. I’d like to say that I’ve been on a journey from end to beginning, and death to rebirth, but if I’m honest, I’ve mostly been facebooking between typing bad paragraphs which I promptly delete in my novel.
However, I woke up today and realized that I had come, quite unexpectedly, to a rather important anniversary. I haven’t talked much about it here on the blog, but readers from other sources will know that one year ago today I walked out of a ten year relationship that had become pretty toxic, and left my home in Texas to begin an unintentional period of wandering and rediscovery of self. Today, I find that I’d like to reflect on that time period, and the lessons and adjustments I’ve made in myself.
Because I now know myself in a different way, as a writer (and have also come to detest the phrase “as a writer” as much as I use it…), of course my chosen medium is both textual and public. How could it be anything else? But this post, more than any of the others I have posted on the blog until now, is for me. I’m writing it, as a letter to my future self. But you can read along too!