Jumping Back In...

I’m jumping back in on this blog. For me, it’s an act of resistance to everything that makes me feel small and insignificant. How, you might be thinking? 

I doubt my words matter. I let time go by. I don’t publish to my blog. More time goes by. I feel awkward. Real writers publish. Real bloggers publish regularly with posts that are just the right length—to get noticed by Google, I need to write blog posts of at least 2000 words. I find ample excuses to not write. The doubt stays.

This pattern has repeated itself many times over in my life. 

I don’t see a friend for a time. I am busy with the big and little things that make a life. I don’t reach out because “maybe she doesn’t miss me.” Before long, I’ve lost a meaningful relationship.

I have a friend who moved away from Ithaca before I knew she was leaving. I think about her often. There wasn’t anything “wrong” between us—I just didn’t do my part in growing and nourishing our friendship.

I can choose to reach out, start over, and try again—with a friend, a job search, a child, a blog.

So, here’s to second and third chances, or as many as we need to not give up on who and how we want to be.

Need a second chance somewhere in your life? You can start over and try again.

I have written to my friend. I hope she answers but even if not, I am smiling as I write these words.