I’m brave scrawling these words across the page. Reminding myself of language, I pluck words to find meaning, tone, imagery. I can do this; I do this. My words have power, and I need to express this power.
2022 was oppressive. It stuffed me down a dark shoot, wrestling with fears. I stopped blogging in March and haven’t been able to find my voice. But I want to flex this muscle again. Not because I’m being paid to write under someone else’s dictations, but to watch my creativity flow, twisting and turning in any direction. When I’m left without a creative outlet, it’s like all color and depth is sucked from the world.
So, my bravery inches forward in this post.