My blog has been directionless for a long time and I have thought about closing it down however I set it up with intent and that remains, so here I am once again.
I decided to stop thinking, to let things which need to air come to the surface and I had some very powerful realisations. I am 48, nearly 2/3 of the way through the journey.
I fear death. I can’t see it as it’s still some way off however I know it’s there, looming just over the horizon. I have been thinking about my mark on the world, my legacy and panicking.
I know that I don’t need to worry. The stranger I smile at which lifts their mood and makes them feel that yes, I do wish to stay here keeps me going as does seeing a stranger smile at me.
I have too often felt apart from the world instead of being a part of it.
Writing keeps me sane. It’s no real surprise that my world fell apart when I figuratively put down my pen for a while.
I don’t know what direction this blog will eventually go in or if it will just randomly meander and that’s okay. It will go where it goes.
It’s nice to be back.