It’s been a long time.
I have avoided you. I have pretended to engage with you. I have half-heartedly undertaken you.
And here I am – again – saying it will be different this time.
You make me uncomfortable. I think that’s why I stay away for interminable stretches at a time. You make me think, feel, pursue, and confront emotions and topics I prefer to ignore. Mostly, though, you encourage, nay force, me to share what I have thought, felt, pursued, and confronted. That I find absolutely terrifying.
Pushing terror aside, I’m back at my keyboard. I want to request that you ease up on me, but I won’t. If I did, I would no longer be writing. I don’t know what I would call it, but it decidedly would be something else.
So here I am….
Finally trying to be obedient,