Sometimes, this is a gift.
Other times, it is the relentless discomfort and awkwardness of something unfamiliar that was, once, the most familiar.
And, that is, This. It has always been.
It’s dusty in here. And the wallpaper is cracking. But. I THINK we can make this work. It’s got good bones.
So like, where have I been and stuff?
The thing about that is… I never went anywhere? Not really. Yet in countless ways, I was more lost and further from myself than I think I ever realized possible. Dissociated, detached, devastated. Looking down at myself as I knelt to egos and circumstances I could not imagine abiding now. People are capable of some of the wildest shit as they shy away from facing the person they’re meant to become – and historically, I had always been one of the biggest offenders.
But, I think we’ll save all that for another time, yes?
That story will unfold itself in due time.
For now, I think I’d like this to be about what is to come. The bits of wonder and wanderlust. The humbling, bittersweet surrender of change. The stories, metaphors, and allegories. And the inextricable, gravitational link between the two giants known as Love and Timing.
I have no idea what exactly is gonna end up here – what it will look like, feel like. The format. The frequency. I don’t know what my goals are yet. I don’t know if I have any at all. What I DO know is – I am a better person when I show up here. So, this is where I need to be.
It’s been a long hiatus-
It’s walking into a room of strangers.
It’s moving to a new place.
It’s starting over.
It’s coming home.
And honestly? Lately, life has been allllllll about returning to the people, places, and things that I love. The ones that have shaped me.
And what am I, if not a sucker for a sentimental theme?
It’s good to be back.
MV
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