I often struggle with knowing what to write. I started this blog to write about things that matter. To me. To someone. I’m about one month away from week 52, and I don’t really know how I feel about that.
More often than not, I quip that each week may finally be “the week.” The week that I finally can’t think of another thing that matters enough to share with the world. (Or with my small world of 30-50 weekly readers).
There are some weeks when I manage to convince myself that there’s nothing to write about but love and loss, and that I’ve entirely exhausted both of those avenues. And yet here I am, continuing to post each week, because I told myself I would! And I have. Thank you, as usual, for reading.
Below is my wordy, hodgepodge poem about stepping out of your comfort zone and into the unknown.