Writing,

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,