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Hello, old friend. I've missed you. I can't believe how long it's been and I'm truly sorry. It's been four years since we first met. You were and still are my favorite guilty pleasure. I don't know why I took you down, abandoned you, ignored you, came back to flirt with you and ran away again...can you find it in your heart to forgive me? I was afraid of commitment. I'm fickle. I've got a lot on my proverbial plate. Then there's the undeniable fact that I have a big mouth and it gets me into trouble. I
They were probably right.
Yet I keep feeling the gentle pull of the strings back to this little exercise in transparency. Maybe, just maybe, if I came back and nurtured you perhaps I'd find my way to new professional opportunities...
...or perhaps I'd burn a lot of bridges...or perhaps I could expand my innately held desire to inspire others into some expansive new directions.
It might just be fun to turn the lights back on and see what happens.
What do you think? Are you willing? Shall we make glorious messes, tell tall tales, color outside of the lines. dance with the devil in the pale moonlight and damn the torpedoes as we charge full steam ahead?
To blog or not to blog...that is the question.