And so I start again.

As you can see, it's been a bit of a struggle to get this going as I planned.  Isn't that always the way? And funny enough, the point of writing, for me, is to persist, celebrate, and process the struggles (and sillies!) I encounter. To not lose hope, and to notice the small moments of insight and delight.  

For some reason, it's just felt like a lot of pressure, instead. April to August has been an interesting time, encountering new discomforts at every corner.

I just haven't been doing that well keeping up with life lately, to be honest.  I'm kinda swept up, with a lot more blocks to process around change, and being my true self, than I realized. Everything I stand for is coming into question everywhere I turn. Can I really live up to who I say I am, in my every day behavior?  

But I'm ready to try again.  Here goes. Take two at this thing! 

Have you ever felt this way? How's your life going, lately?