I was ready to write again. I had it all planned out — everything I wanted to say, all of the topics that I wanted to explore. I was happy to share once again. I was ready to ”sit at a [computer] and open a vein” as they say. I was ready to re-enter the world, my world as I see it in and through my words. I wanted to recount the past two months bullet point by bullet point. I was ready. But I’m not ready to do that now. Something came up on Friday to change my direction and shift my focus … temporarily or permanently I still can’t tell yet. Do I or don’t I have cancer? I’ll find out on Monday. I’ll just have to wait until Monday. I feel as though I’m trapped in glass and waiting to be let out …
