Heyyy, it's me ... again

For the longest I’ve been thinking of how I would come back to this place in my life. Dramatic? Yeah I know, right? The thing is I know it doesn’t necessarily matter to you. Nor does that matter. And I’m not negating those who encourage me to do what I love, writing. I realized, it didn’t matter when I “came back,” because it’s just a part of me. Cliché I know, but that’s just it. Everything isn’t that deep, but at the same time it is. I’ll explain, just stay with me.

Nothing can beat those things that make us feel pure. Pure in what makes you feel like the best person. The most clear and practical you. This makes you feel rooted. You know how, every now and again you just, “don’t feel like yourself?” It sucks because, that’s just it. Everything else in life can be running smoothly. Seem to be. But you’re just off. The people you love mean well, because they know what you love, because they love who you are. So asking when’s the last time you did blah, may just be saying something differently? I don’t know. What do we know anyway?

So, where have I been? Probably the same place you’ve been man. Just been living in my head. What does this have to do with anything that I just said? Feeling completely out of one’s element means something that is significant and important about you, needs more attention. You know how if you’re hungry, you might get hangry? Or let’s be basic, going to sleep because you’re tired. You understand sleep is fundamental to life. So, you sleep.

Okay, obviously I’m raggedy because, I cannot put what’s best for me first. How many times do you keep starting over with the things you love? I mean taking care of myself in regards to surviving, duh. Having a job, paying bills, loving your tribe, doing something for myself somewhere in there. But to be on two sides of something can get complicated. To kinda take care of yourself, will promisingly become you not. The proof is there. Because here you are, here I am, again. But, it’s okay. Being here again is living, which is learning. Learning one self-better and growing, that’s the hope.

I’m sure by now you can see my correlation here, right? Writing is one of my many things that make me feel. It makes me feel the most rooted in myself. The closest to God, the most alive, you get me? What is it for you? How often do you care for that part of you? I can almost bet it’s something creative. I hope you give yourself enough grace to visit that space again. To create anew is to let go of the past. Whatever was before is just that. So begin now, again. Let us continue learning how to love ourselves.

So hello again, and thanks for reading my theatrics.