for the ones who followed

it is relief to write again. ink on paper, words on screen. the excuse i use when i cease to write is that i am busy living "actual life", but what is writing if not actual life? i claim not writing is because life is great and i am deeply involved, but truthfully it is usually a symptom of the opposite.

i need to write. i need to process.

i am a writer.

the thought of returning to public writing is one that brought excitement and peace, but i knew i couldn't return to where i once wrote (which i won't link or mention here, and prefer you didn't either). to write the way i wish to, i need anonymity. 

but besides that.

i am not the woman who wrote in my other space anymore. i look at her and her posts, and she is not me. not anymore. so much has happened in the nearly a year that i haven't written there, that i am not even a shadow of her anymore, i am not her. 

so i needed a space for me.

this is that space. and if you followed me here: welcome. and if you didn't follow me here but arrived here new: welcome, so did i.