Everytime I come before this blank slate, to put down my words and thoughts, I revisit the same questions.

Why am I writing? To whom am I writing this? What’s the effect on me? What’s the purpose?

This time, I don’t have answers to any of those questions. When I go still, quiet, and empty, I think of my blog. I think, “Perhaps, if I write it out, I won’t act out, I won’t drown, I won’t despair..”

That thought, incredibly redemptive. Only if I follow through on the thought, as it transforms from thought to state to practice to path…