My blog has been sitting on cinder blocks in the front yard for over a year now. Neighbors drive by and shake their heads, “what a shame,” they mutter. It has sat through five major snow storms and a short summer, the gleam of it’s chrome no longer glinting. It is a sad, neglected thing. And I had such good intentions for it, too. Couldn’t wait to get it back on the road, humming and shiny down the main drag with my hair blowing through the open window….

I am not the kind of person to let my life pile up into a junkyard. I have never let my life get away from me like this, for all to see.

It doesn’t matter that we walked away from one house into our forever house over the span of a year; or that we needed to watch our baby grow into an imaginative, talkative, loving and compassionate bookworm of a 3-year-old girl; or that I have taken on more clients—the truth is, writing is what is at my very core. And how dare I neglect my very core.

So here I am, taking the keyboard by the reigns to slow life down a bit, and free all those rusty words. It’s as simple as that. I can do this. I can be in charge of my own mess. It’s Spring after all, and Mercury is in retrograde. No better time to enter back into the world clutter-free and strong at my core.

There. I made a vow. Procrastinators everywhere are standing up from their club chairs to give me a standing ovation. Neighbors are driving by smiling at the daffodils and irises. And I’m purring down the highway in my newly-polished car listening to Coltraine, green meadows reflected in my shades.

Hello again. Hello.