My energies feel split into two this day. The old and the new are both tugging at me with reckless strength and I feel…. torn. I feel divided, and that is usually during my moments of weakness. This was a new feeling that I was experiencing, though. This was a tug of war, but both positions were those of strength. Strength of old pulling at me like it hasn’t in…. decades. It’s something that I’ve kept secret until now and I am choosing to expose to others. There’s strength in that.
And then, there’s this. Part of the new strength. It is a part of my renewed hunger for words, and I’d be a fool to ignore it. It would be foolish and dangerous indeed. I turned my back to my own words before and I am not planning on doing so again. I know I need to keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing yet again until I break through and my part becomes part of me instead. I know it takes time to learn and I’m the infant yet again, re-learning how to walk and talk and do more than one thing at the same time. I must learn to combine both strengths and allow them to propel me forward.
Return back to Month One here.