Fighting myself

This book may just be the death of me. Then again, it may just be the catalyst I first believed it to be. I have spent enough time with a hidden voice. I know all too well that hard truths are necessary, but I am also very aware of the impact and reactions that await if I continue. The pain of the past for the ease of the future? My heart feels sure, why can't my brain get on board?!

Stretching ye' ol fingers...

So, three years is a mighty long time to be absent. Feels a little strange, can't lie. I have given myself the task of writing something, anything for at least five minutes a day. I don't enjoy how out of touch with my passion I have become. Fingers crossed that I find the motivation to follow through...no matter how swamped with "daily life" I am.