Distracted & Disconnected

A commitment to write, huh?

Four and a half months later, I'm back after falling into an endless state of distraction. I've felt disconnected. Has it shown? Survival mode shifted into overdrive. My motto became "just push through this," a phrase my mind left on repeat. I lost touch, but I wore the mask, as Paul Lawrence Dunbar's poem "We Wear the Mask" illustrates.

I haven't written as a means of catharsis in ages--and I feel it in my soul. I've got to make time for this outlet.

The past months have been fraught with good days, bad days, and those pesky in-between days (perhaps the worst with an ambivalent aura about them). I've learned a lot, but have yet multitudes more to learn. For the beginning of my return to writing I will review the time that has passed. Hopefully, the review will bring back a fresh perspective, new lessons, and a chance to make sense of life's distractions.