I always come home from conferences thinking that I should do more of this or more of that, but the truth is I should do more of me. That is what has been missing from the last year or so. Me.
I fell into a hole that was dark. Slowly, I am rising into the light.
I think what will bring me fully out is re-finding those things that make me whole. Those things like words.
Words that describe the beauty and ugliness of life. The hilarious and the painful. The joy and the sadness. And sharing those words without the intention of anyone caring or noticing.
I know they are all here inside of me, waiting to burst through the surface. To take a deep breath. To bask in the light. To be free.