I have such an on again-off again relationship with my blog.
Sometimes, I feel like it’s that guy I’m dating that I feel lukewarm about.
Or that networking book I don’t feel like studying during sunny weekends.
Or that painting I started that feels blah.
I haven’t completely divined why, but there’s a tension with writing so honestly about where I’m at. I’m a pretty introverted and private person. So when I’m having a case of the mean reds, I don’t have the strength to muster up the courage to share myself or be creative. Because quite frankly, it’s not where my art comes from. My creativity is fueled by love, light, warmth, and connection. It doesn’t come from a dark place. So if I feel love in my heart, it comes out naturally without much resistance. And really, some hard experiences don’t need to be shared. Because I wouldn’t want anyone to experience the pain I felt.
To keep a long story short, I had to leave some relationships and give myself time to heal from the betrayal and broken trust that occurs after you say goodbye to what doesn’t serve you. It took a while. But I feel like myself again. And I’m grateful to the friends who saw me through it. Without their love and kindness, it would’ve taken a lot longer to find my way home.
Love has returned.
How do you know June?
I can feel it in everything that I do.
So now what?
I’m going to kick ass. 🙂