the triumphant return

so i stopped writing and let my life move forward.  now that i'm at a comfortable spot and i'm tired of movement, i'll write again.  funny how that works.  

i feel rusty and stiff, like i've been folded up in a box for the past 12 months and all my joints have calcified and turned to stone.  i need to stretch my legs and crack every knuckle in my fingers.

i need to breath a big old exhale and relax into writing again.  slow and steady.  we'll see how this goes.