Looking back, I’ve realized I rarely stepped back and took stock of things.
Since I got drawn in, I barely had taken time off. Sure I went on lull when my mother passed away but that was expected of a family finding its new footing.
A couple of years saw me at it again. I became Jill of all trade, mastering all that my hands could lay on. It’s a privilege and a burden I’m willing to devote myself into again. Seventeen years on my comfort zone and sixteen months on an unchartered frontier.
It was during these times I perceived everyone I know bid me adieu in one way or another. People who once were with me on this journey seemed had to tender another charge. Then exhaustion hit me. Almost always I wanted to burst into a song but I have appeared to lost my voice as well.
Throwing caution in the air, I implored for a breather, a reward if I may boldly say.
It’s been ten months. Looking back, I was glad opted for that pit stop. Sure there were times everything stood still. And then some passed me by so fast I didn’t know where they’d gone.
That’s what this is all about. Musings of a doulus on hiatus I intend to pen, hoping these would bring back the music again.