Here we are again.
I know I know. I should keep this habit. It makes me feel so much. Good. Bad. Joy. Fear.
I should write more. Express myself. Document.
But sometimes I just don’t want to.
If I write then it’s real. Then it’s something I can see. Then it’s a moment no matter what captured. For some to read.
But, I think I’m truly ready. I think it’s time.
Walking shoes is back on. For awhile