…hmm. Just what I was afraid of – the echo of an empty room. It’s a bit unsettling, like I need my fleece blanket and some comfort food…a doughnut perhaps. Speaking of which, do YOU know where doughnut holes come from?
Suffice it to say I took a hiatus. A hippopotamus hiatus. A partly harrowing, partly heavenly, humbling, hippopotamus hiatus. I don’t know where to begin, and I don’t have it in me to play catch up.
So we’ll start with this moment. This moment where I once again fill a blank template with my insides. I’m scared I’ve lost my touch as they say practice makes perfect and I, my friends, am horrendously out of practice. I think I may have even forgotten how to spell along with some other grammatical rules that used to be so pleasing, uplifting for me. One of many parts I’m missing.
I’m different. I’ve been playing the one-step-forward, two-steps-back game and I hate line dancing as much as I hate crocs. I think it’s mostly good though. Turning into a mommy I lost quite a bit of my person, but then gained things I never knew existed. A fair trade. A blessed trade. A trade I will never second-guess.
I make it my promise to you, oh empty room of echoes, to restore warmth once again. We’ll see if I can swing a visit once a week. Maybe put up some pictures, bring in a couch and work towards staying a long while.
26/06/2010 at 2:29 am Permalink
Yeah!!! you’re not the least bit out of practice! your words made me laugh out loud and cry in 5 short paragraphs! I want to hear more about the things you gained that you never knew existed. so glad you’re back. we missed you so much! love, mom