Don’t bother to take off your hats, I won’t be long. Just thought I’d check in. Stop by. Tickle the keyboard, so to speak. Let myself know I’m still alive. Silent, but alive, buried somewhere beneath this rubble of this caved in life of mine. But brick by brick I’m fighting my way out. Throwing it off. Coming up for air.
I don’t think it’ll take me until March to find a voice, like I thought whenever it was I boarded up the place. I’m thinking a fresh start, sometime in January. Maybe a new look. Maybe even a new name. Personally, I think I’ve grown tired of the name Word Shadows. What was it supposed to mean? I’m not even sure anymore.
The one thing I do know is that I only did one courageous thing this entire last year. One. I won’t tell you what it was, because on the scale of things, it really isn’t that courageous. But it seemed courageous at the time, and it still does, come to think of it, so I’ll keep it to myself. Maybe next year will hold more. I don’t see how it couldn’t.