It has been more than days and weeks. It has been over a month since I have had time to sit down and write. To write for me, anyway. I have been working furiously on my prospectus, praying I get the green light to move on. I have been editing photos. I have been saying hello and goodbye to friends, which all seems too soon. I have been leaving home to come home and am finding it hard to settle in with so much up in the air. I have been getting used to a new desk and responsibilities and challenges it brings.
I turned one year older a month ago, and will inevitably have something to say about that when there is time. Until then, I will be here, though not as often. I can commit to writing once a week for now, and know I can make that goal. I may have time for more, depending on my workload, as there are many things I want to write, things that need to be said. I want to write about the Darkroom Project and what it means to me- how the projects changed me. How my toes felt in the sand on the banks of Lake Michigan. I want to write about transition and the struggle it has been to come back, one that I had not anticipated. I want to say some things about my doctorate and the sacrifice is has become. I want to write about the rain and fog, and the storms and how I find them gloomy, but comforting. I want to write.
Until the words find their way out, don't give up on me.