What a year (it may be)

It’s been a year. And what a year, truly.

I mean, they all are in their own way—especially these past few.

That said, this past year has brought a lot of inner-growth, clarity, creativity, expansion, confusion. It’s been a year.

And I documented none of it here. I stepped away from this space, unsure of what to do with it. It’s an interesting move for me, as I really held an intention of keeping this space alive.

But, I suppose, stepping away does not necessarily mean dead.” No, it turns out, it just meant germinating.

As i write that, I realize that perhaps it seems like what I’m saying is that I’ve got an idea of what to do with this space, and I don’t. What I do have is a renewed interest in the practices that this space was meant to support: writing every day, publishing, and continuing to find my voice.

And in that sense, the germinating is complete. And now the next form of germination begins.

Right here, on this page.

Let’s keep it simple: writing every day for the month of May.

One thing a day. No biggie.

As a way to show up, to continue on the journey.

Thanks for joining me.

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