Sorry that it’s been a while.
I freaked out.
Last August, I woke up from a nightmare while on vacation in Tuscany. I tried to walk it off through the early morning hours in the tiny town where I was staying, and in the process got into quite the conversation with myself about what I continue to hold onto years after a relationship ends.
Then I shared it.
Because that’s what I do. When I uncover greater understanding, I hope what I learn helps you, all of us, dislodge the thoughts that keep us separate from one another, and find more ways to reach out, be ourselves, love and be loved.
Good news / bad news: the post was read.
One of the first responses I received was from one of the last people I imagined would read it. We both knew who the story was about though neither of us referenced it directly. The email simply said to have fun on vacation.
That was enough.
From however many thousands of miles away, I felt exposed as if we were in the same room together. I wanted to hide.
So I did, for six months. (And also ate a lot of cake. How could I resist this table in the Tuscan inn?)
It’s not that I wasn’t writing, it was that I couldn’t bring myself to hit Publish. Almost as if I was physically unable to.
When feeling vulnerable, my go-to response is the classic deer-caught-in-headlights.
In their defense, it’s a decent tactic in the woods. Stand perfectly still, and fade into the background until the coast is clear. Those damn headlights change everything, rendering deer even more visible than if they had just kept going. Now we all have more time to stare.
The longer time passed, the harder it was to move again. This blog lay dormant, and it became increasingly difficult to post on my coaching blog too. Lucky for me, you were busy with your own life and probably didn’t notice my absence as much as I worried that you did.
Thanks to those who did notice — that helpful flick of the high beams that woke me up out of my trance — I’m back.
Being asked about my writing reminded me how much I missed it, in particular the act of sharing it. The connection fostered between us.
Then I could see what had happened. I got spooked. The perfect topic to share for my return.
That thick skin of successful writers who continue the output no matter what is said? God bless them. I hope to be there someday. Maybe this post will keep me going.
Hopefully it will keep you going too.
I missed you.