I have abandoned my writing most nearly a month now. At first I didn’t miss it, I felt I had nothing new to contribute and who was reading it anyway. But about a week in I got a little sad, longing for the click of the words across the blank screen. I busied myself with other “important” things, dashed off a few witty or meaningful posts, attended a yoga teacher training as a facilitator, and celebrated a birthday somewhere in the middle.
My plan had been to post everyday. Each week would be inspired by a letter of the alphabet. I could include new photos, old favorites and even a few bloopers if they were pertinent. It was the perfect plan.
I should be on E starting tomorrow. I made it through A. Fail.
Or was it? If you step away from something, a goal, a plan, a relationship and then go back, is it really a fail?
I think the space between the doing and then the doing again is the lesson, the message. Yes there is power in perseverance and follow through is to be applauded, but sometimes a step back provides just the perfect amount of perspective.
Renewed and revitalized about the writing and photography stuff, I have included 18 B photos. The process feels fresh, the hunt for the photos invigorating and exciting as I get to allow the briefest of memories to surface as my eyes scan through the galleries of my past.
Butterflies, bicycles, birds and other B words are gathered here for your perusal. Perhaps I’ll catch up this week, perhaps I’ll take a different route. But today, right now, in the present, we have B.