Digging In

I’m here. I’m back. Maybe no one will ever know. That’s not entirely true though. I’ll know. I’m not giving up. I’m here writing my ink dance full of stops and starts, blotches and crossouts. But I’m here.

I can’t let this be the end. Do you have an area of your life like this? It may not be writing. Maybe it’s a hobby or a passion that gets pushed aside when life gets in the way. Maybe it’s part of your life: your home or your work. Something you can’t get a handle on.

You have a choice. Everyday we have a choice. To stay in this pause full of regret that we pretend doesn’t exist or to move forward. Even in a dance, staying still is a movement. Just don’t let it be the only movement.