Sometimes we find ourselves bound by the thoughts and desires that run rampant through our minds. We weigh the pros and cons of what is or what should be. We fight the conventions and give an excuse when we feel ourselves come up short. We stress the actions of others and merely glance at our own misdemeanours. I would like to think that the life of one won’t account for the life of all. You see, accountability to self is already hard enough. How can I possibly take on the accountability of another? I have weighed my mind and my decisions. I have turned with the tide and frolic when I need to. I miss the drive. I miss the thrill; to tell you the truth I almost forgot what it was like to feel my finger glide over the keys as the words climb out of my brain and onto the page. I didn’t know I missed it until I started typing again. I didn’t know I missed you until I started breathing again. So here I am back from the wilderness of creativity. Back from the pressure of fatigue. Back from the dead like a phoenix. I promise that going forward I will remain consistent. I promise that going forward I will ride this bike into the future I long to be with you.
Sharing and showing the experiences of a single mom
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