I’m not really sure what to tell you guys.
As some of you (may) have noticed, I’ve been gone for several months. Each passing Monday I think about my #MotivationMondays and how much I miss writing them. Every single Monday. That’s like 11 Mondays. But anyway, the truth is, I haven’t been feeling like I’m qualified to write them. I don’t want to be hypocritical.
I’m in an unstable place in my life. Who isn’t at some point? I’ve just needed some time to collect myself. For anyone out there who may read my posts, and for anyone who may care, I will be back. I’ve started to feel the fight in me making its way back into my heart.
I guess I’ll just share with you something I wrote somewhat recently that explains everything/nothing:
I have a thirst
far and fast and free
that even I can’t
that is why I’m running.
Well hello! : ) Happy #MotivationMonday!
Today I would like to post something that I recently wrote for another blog this past weekend. One of my best friends has this crazy beautiful blog that does a Theme Week every month. This month’s theme was “Wander.” With my constant talk of wanting to break free and wanting to live on purpose, you can only imagine how appealing this was to me. So, if you would just click on this here link and head on over to The Duck and The Owl blog, you will find all I have to say about wandering : )
Here’s a little sneak peak:
She thought Beanie Babies were going to save her life.
Swathed in a way-too-warm Christmas sweater, shoes tied via Bunny Ear Technique, equipped with a plastic bag slowly tearing from a surplus of Beanie Babies, Molly, circa 1996, had her eyes fixed on the front door. As she skated across the blue living room carpet and twisted the cold metal of the door handle, she turned her chin over her shoulder toward her family, sitting quietly in the living room.
“I’m running away,” she said with a tinge of poisonous adventure.
Before any words could fall out of the mouths of two veritably boiling and bewildered parents, Molly threw the door
open and sailed across the threshold of home – the threshold of possibility – and into a wide-open world.
But seriously, you should go. —> http://theduckandtheowl.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/symbolic-fences-and-a-compass-heart/comment-page-1/#comment-1552