So I’ve been gone for awhile. Not gone, gone, just… gone. All the usual excuses apply: deadlines, day job stuff, family drama, life, tragic plot mistake (THIS is what I get for deviating from my outline!), crisis of confidence, blah blah blah bleh. Even listing them doesn’t make the excuses seem any more fascinating, and I love lists.
I wanted to wait until I had something clever or useful to share before I came back, but then I thought, if I wait for the deadlines, day job stuff, family drama, life, tragic plot mistake (NEVER again with the deviating!), crisis of confidence to resolve themselves so I can be clever or useful again, I’ll never come back. I’ll just stay gone forever.
Part of my overwhelm came in the shape of a few reminders that if I don’t do it, it doesn’t get done. Sometimes it feels as if the world itself would stop spinning if I weren’t kicking it.
That might seem megalomaniacal, and it is. And ya know what else it is? It is TRUE. The world WILL stop spinning if I don’t kick it. Well, not the world, world. But my worlds. My worlds will never come into being if I don’t keep kicking.
So here’s me, kicking, kicking one foot in front of the other until I’m back in the light.