Something to say.

I'm not sure why it's been so long friend.

Excuses lost their weight much too long ago. I do still have my thoughts. Too many, too fast even. But getting back into this habit was not so easy. It's been like stepping out of a long hot shower. I was more than content under a steady stream of the day to day. I'd tattle my comments and notions of the world on post it notes and the backs of books. But they just sat there, scribbled with no more than a fleeting moment's attention.

Not too long ago I turned the water off, and stepped out into the world again. It was cold. Lot's had changed. And I wasn't necessarily ready for what I realized: when you stop being yourself, the world goes on without you. So with "I'm too busy" out of the way, my excuse became "when I know what to say."

Well here I am. I still don't know what to say. But after a cleansing weekend to say the least, I do know that it doesn't matter what I say. Because as long as I'm saying something, it means I've got a voice - an emotion - a feeling. And as long as I'm feeling something, it means I'm alive. And as long as I'm alive, I should live. Really live. Isn't that what stepping out of the shower is all about? You know you'll shiver, and the tiles won't get warmer, but you're just a few more steps away from stepping out into the world, confident as ever. Clean.

So why now?

1. Well I read a book, and it came at just the right time. Most of you probably read it when you were seventeen and confused: The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Turns out, it sure as hell makes an impact even when you're 21 and confused. Read it. Or re-read it. It's worth every page.

2. I made mistakes. I learned from them.

3. I went to see an old friend with a fresh perspective in a great city.