All Pencil, No Pen

I wish I had something profound to say tonight. But all I really have is this: nothing is set in stone.

There are some things that I've closed the door on in the past year, things I don't expect to go back to. Some of that is for my mental, spiritual, emotional well-being. And some of that is because certain doors have been closed on me in the past.

But on nights like tonight, it helps to remind myself that doors have handles for a reason. And why have a lock if there's no key?

It's easy for us to make blanket statements about where we'll be in the future, and who we'll be with. We do this to protect ourselves. We do this so we never have to be uncertain.

But the truth is, the only thing that's certain is uncertainty. We can't fight that. We can only plan for what we can foresee, while acknowledging that our plans will likely be inadequate in the end.

Since we're (unbelievably) almost at the midpoint of the year, I want to make a promise to myself: I'll set the boundaries I need to in order to make a bright future possible, but I won't be rigid with the details.

I'll get where I'm going, and what's more, there will likely be some surprises along the way. Some guest appearances, some plot twists... maybe even some role reprisals.

I am a writer after all... I'm ready for the twists and turns.

Until next time,

-D.