Everything comes in threes.

It’s been nearly three years.

Since I’ve set foot in this forum. Since I’ve shared an image, a word, a tale, a truth. Three years of past transgressions and joys, progress and decline, upheaval and stagnation.

This year, or really the tail end of last year catapulted Twenty-Eighteen’s big three. The steady and swift decline of my father’s health, the abandonment of a career I can’t actually say felt truly mine, and the demise of my long-term relationship. 

In this new decade of thirties I often wonder if I’ll ever stop fervently searching. Not searching in general. But that with such need. Such voracity. I’ve been reading a lot of other people’s opinions. On adulthood. On what constitutes one’s prime. On the confines which we as humans set forth to reduce our fears and feel better guided about our decisions or lack of risk-taking. Mainly, I’ve read a lot of garbage.

Hello Tumblr ether. I’ve returned. I can’t say for how long. Or in what capacity. Just at this moment in time in my current search for humility, grace, and acceptance I’m here. If only for myself. I’m here.