I decided to take a trip down memory lane and look over some old blog posts here. I miss writing on Unwritten.
So I’m writing here tonight. Because it’s comfortable. Because it feels right. Because I can.
Unwritten is like a long lost friend. When I’m here, the words come easily and my writer’s brain comes to life. I tried a new version of my blog, but it just isn’t the same.
And here I am, sitting up in my bed with my laptop just like always, thinking my final thoughts for the day and storing them here in this sacred place. This precious story that was my lifeline for 10 years. I spilled my guts here. I revealed my Selves here. I used the word “fuck” a lot. I was so very angry for such a long time. I was vulnerable and honest and I learned to live in Love here.
But the Universe is lining up everything perfectly for my next step. I’m scared. I’m thrilled. I’m anxious. I’m moving forward, pulled and guided by miracles and Love, and a promise to myself not to die with the regret of not having done it.
I. Can’t. Wait.