Words

I haven’t had a blog in well over a decade. And well, this isn’t a blog but it sorta is? I had a blog before they were called that. A drinks site on Angelfire, because I wanted to be a bartender and try every drink I could. When I actually bartended I only worked events, it being my second job.

I had a food blog, which was quite fun. I met a lot of really interesting people and ended up writing for a food magazine. I had a blog on being mixed that really bothered people I knew from the food world. That did and does feel strange to me; no one is especially bothered when you have ethnic pride unless you’re Black and I dislike that a lot.

I miss writing. I miss the words themselves and the way in which you can share thoughts that might reach others. I miss penpals all over the world, handwriting letters, sending gifts, creating connection. It doesn’t seem the same via email. But the words have felt….elusive for years. I let someone steal my shine, for lack of a better explanation and now I guess I really just want it back. The words are mine after all. Or they were, a long time ago.

Several people over the years have told they would read anything I wrote so maybe it is time to test that theory. People have come to me for dating advice, for boundaries advice, for help with grief, with family. There have been a lot of painful lessons over the years, and also blessings. Sometimes, the path you get forced onto is the one that sets you free. I hope that this becomes a space of openness, tenderness, a reminder when we need it most that the words are sometimes hard, sometimes meaningful.

I hope this journey helps us all shine.

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