In the beginning, there was a blog. And a girl ~ who had always loved words and the magical way they could express the poems that lived in her heart. It wasn't always easy. But the longing for nouns, verbs, and those majestic adjectives was always there. A playful dance that helped her find a voice when the traffic became too loud, a quiet map that unfolded when she felt truly lost.
But as often happens, responsibilities pop up. To-do lists are never finished. And the work of someone running her own business is never done. The words don't visit as often, and when they do, it is moments before you drift to sleep and they are quickly and quietly forgotten. A bittersweet ending to a long day.
But you start to realize you CAN carve out time. That everything you do is a choice. And yes, we don't always make the best ones, but they are still ours to make. And today, I am making a choice to add that girl and her blog to my list. Because I miss her. Because I miss the words. Because it's what I need to find my way again. It's what I want to teach my son ~ that there is nothing more important than following our truth, our love, our passion. That is the only way.
