For the longest time,
life was made up of 33% chaos and
67% flying by the seat of my pants.
The feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop loomed like a suspicious shadow
played on rotation on my radio station
a favorite top 40 jam i couldn’t turn off or understand
Through all the days and years.
Eventually, keeping up with my own life overtook the joys and blessings. Even writing was hard to do. The struggle of trying to feel in control clashed with my nature and environment. The environmental condition of my life was always the thorn in my side.
i worked like a machine waiting for the old me to come turn it off
And put it all away
Maybe you have felt the same?
i stopped writing. I lost my voice. How could I write? How could I NOT write? But now I realize, it’s time to get back in the game. Because not writing is eating me alive.
last week, I became a homeowner. Finally, the time has come. A sanctuary has been found, much like the Sparrow who lost her voice.