Like The Phoenix

Do I sound familiar? That is because you've read my blog before. Another time. Another name. We are not strangers to each other.

So, you'll ask me why I left over there when I promised you I would stay.

I'm no heroine. I'm no Joan of Ark. When I feared I was going to be burned at the stake, I put my tail between my legs and I ran. Flight or fight? This bird had flown

I deleted my blog. In a second, I almost destroyed everything I had written over the course of the last year. Poems to my children. Stories I would likely have forgotten of milestones and mistakes. I had laid my aching and triumphant heart in those posts. I was witty. I was wise. I was honest. I was a better version of myself. I almost threw that away.

Luckily, a good friend saved me and most of my posts. I told myself that did not matter. I told myself that I was done. I was not going to put my life back out there on the page knowing there were people who might stumble again upon this blog, rub their greedy little hands with glee at the hopes of exposing some weakness of mine. I was not going to risk it.

But, here I am.

This blogging thing is in my blood, now. I need it.

So...

Today, I begin again to try and re-create art out of the ashes.