Yes. Another post. To see if I can.
Me and the Box
I think maybe I am going to take a stand. I am going to be who I am, here, without worry. After all, it seems worry has taken over and I don't have time really, anymore. It can be ok. Just putting what I can here, and if I can't, well, you can just know it is because I can't. Sometimes it is like that, in fact
that's just life.
I have had to see a lot of old content in order to fix this place. And I realize that it doesn't matter, whether I can post or not, I will always be able to keep going. Well, you know what I mean. Maybe you will just not be watching sometimes. The world turns with or without us. Something has happened to me and I am once again too trapped in the box I have put myself in.
The creative flow depends so much on place. Not just a space. And place needs to welcome self's touch. And respond. And that takes time, which seems so short these days. So much effort has already gone into this place. And I think, in general it will stay in one form or another. For long enough. I am here today, after realizing that I can be. I woke to find many new subscribers, even though I said I might not be blogging here any more. And I thought, ok, maybe just what gets put here is good enough. And Substack, well, it can be a back up I guess, a newsletter, a quick fix, maybe it will evolve into its own thing, it has potential, but it will never be a real journal, a home.
I have made some changes. I will implement them soon. Maybe all will work without glitches for a while. For a while could be like forever, who knows?
Today, A is for A, the letter A.
9 times, to celebrate A.
Because that's what freely formed. So far.
Just talking here, instead of the Zone today.
A test post. Fingers crossed.
The site will go down soon, for a day or so, probably Friday. By not displaying the blog as the homepage, I seem to have come up with a solution to the snag I encountered. If there is one thing I have learned by living long enough, is that there are just many ways to keep going. There might be many ways to get to the same place, but the journey itself, the story might not be apparent without sharing. So yes, I may go down in history as the Woman who could not make up her mind which way to go, which path to take, but I might also meet you down the road, in the same place, wondering how you got there. I think this might make a beautiful story. Someday.
Let's see if this flies your way.