Reconnecting

It could be spring.  The deep green of snow-fed grass in early April is always an awakening sight for me.

It could be sleep.  I've been getting a healthy amount these days - uninterrupted, uninhibited.  I actually wake refreshed for the first time in almost 8 years.

It could be the renewal of old friendships.  Coming face-to-face with a past I once tried to abandon has been surprsingly soul-healing and eye-opening.

It could be the hair.  As superficial as it may sound, I like seeing a "new" me when I look in the mirror these days.  It makes me feel like anything is possible.

Or it could simply be that things have been put aright.  I've realized that coming here and putting something real out into the world is much more gratifying than writing for the almighty dollar (as romantic as that once seemed).

No matter the reason, it's time to return.  I've been holding my breath, biting my tongue, bound up and held back by monsters of my own making for long enough.  I'm reconnecting - and I write here for me, no one else.