I’m popping in. Checking in. Trying to recall the password.
Perhaps I’m realizing that it’s time to make this something more permanent. But I think one of the main reasons I don’t keep coming back is that I’m not entirely comfortable sharing so completely on the Internet with, in most cases, strangers. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself so that I have an excuse not to do it. It would be easier not to write, to forget the password and to never come back here. But that is not what I need either.
I recently met with a counsellor. “Oh NO!”, you’re thinking. “Quick, quick, hit the back button. Get me out!”
Don’t look so forlorn! It won’t be that bad. It’s actually been a wonderful experience. Taking the time to pop in. Check in. I’m remembering the password for me.
You know that feeling you get when you see a very good friend you haven’t seen in years and you really connect with them. The conversation seems to flow easier than it does with some of your newer friends and you feel – satiated. Not overflowing but recalling that feeling of who you really are. I’ve found the pathway in recent weeks. I’ve been working my way back to the path from the ditch. I feel different. I feel like me.
I’ve wanted to just let this all plop out of me. So I figure I’ll write the password to my blog backwards across my forehead and I’ll check in more often.




