I use to be a writer.
Not a grand one. Not a professional one. But I was nonetheless a writer. My heart & soul was spoken through the words spilling onto pages. I spoke of my journey, my deepest thoughts came to life and I was able to express myself through writing.
Interesting how easy it is to become stifled.
First it was misunderstandings... feelings hurt through not really reading what was written.
Later it was fear... feeling others may misinterpret and get the wrong idea. (hence the experiences of misunderstandings some got)
And finally it was blank. Just not having the flow of my words able to make it to print. I would frantically see the sentences in my mind, but when I was able to actually write... I had nothing to say.
But.. I do have something to say.
I am not finished writing.
A part of me has withered by my stopping my blog.
This magical place that allows me to say what I want, and how I want... I NEED it.
SO I am back. Hopefully, to stay.
So with that in mind, let me state this disclosure.
This is not about you.
It's about me.
It's okay to disagree.
It's just stuff that is in my head. In my heart. It doesn't mean I am talking about you... or you or you.
It's just me.
Just Janis trying to Breathe again.
So please feel free to comment. But don't over analyze. Just allow me to ponder... allow me to make mistakes. allow me to find my voice again.
our last day and the journey home
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