18 November, 2011

...any day can be {the day}...

Fallen leaves litter the ground...crunching satisfactorily underfoot and painting the landscape in muted browns and golds.  A season's change...nature running it's course...  Nothing in life escapes the inevitable.  Love or heartbreak, despair or joy, moments that flit and those that drag on...meanwhile time marches on and seasons change.  And one can become so ensnared...so caught in the slow-motion that only the seasons changes signal time is passing.

This blog has lain dormant these many months as my slow-motion storm raged. 

had met my wall...the inevitable moment when it was simply to much. 

And that's ok. 

It happens to us all.

It's even ok to admit it.  To step back.  To say, 'I'll be back later'...'maybe'...

And now my maybe is here. 

Maybe it's ok to step back in slowly...

Maybe I don't have to approach this as an added {responsibility}...

Maybe I can write something today...without promising to do so again-anytime-ever...

Maybe the only reader that matters is my future-self...

Maybe being a work in progress holds greater value than being a success...

I made a choice recently...to mindfully-steadily work at living a life of action, not reaction.

This is new...this idea that I can wake up one morning and shape the day as I see fit...ignoring the outside...dismissing the rules...

I can stop trying to be that which I was never intended to be.

And I can finally...at long last...close a door I so long refused to see as open...and walk away.

I'm turning my eyes ahead...the rest now lies in shadows...