In the years 2009-2013, my life had taken on new form. I liken it to Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with powdered gold. A separation from my ex threw me into a trajectory I had not anticipated. I continued to write for a couple of years while relearning what it was like to be single. But in the next few years, my attention focused on friendships and even dating again. There seemed little time to write. I sometimes wonder - If I had continued writing through those years, would I have been published sooner? There's no guessing. Let bygones ...
The truth is, life breaks us sometimes, and when we are broken, we do what we need to do to get through the days. We are fragile and feel that our scars are visible for the world to see. We acclimate and begin to glue our shattered selves back together. The wounds heal and reshape us. They make us stronger, more confident, and definitive. Some observe and whisper damaged, but others recognize resilience and understand that beauty is not in perfection.
Every bit of air I grasped out of frustration,
Every argument I suppressed,
Every smile I wore to disguise worry from my daughter,
Every goal I put on hold,
lead me to this exact moment in time,
the time that counts down four months to be a published author.
I'm not broken. I'm golden.
Life will always intervene.
Take the time to take care of yourself.
Face the world in whatever state you are in ...Keep moving forward!
NEXT ISSUE: 2014 - Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!
PHOTO: "The cleaned seams (inside)" by Pomax is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0