Is it too late to come on home? Are all those bridges now old stone? - Florence + The Machine.
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Isn't it strange how sometimes something that enchants and delights can simultaneously be the catalyst, or at least contribute to wandering down a path that gradually leads to discontentment. And it's not necessarily the thing itself, but more so falling into the trap of doing it how you think you should, rather than how your heart is really telling you to.
I've been writing here for a long time, but I don't really know much about blogging at all and I'm not sure if that's okay. I mean, I think it is. But it's not easy to tell myself that when there are so many resources telling me how important it is to dig around in analytics and SEO and whatnot if you want to grow and prosper. And I suppose it all really depends on each individual's definition of prospering. When I think about what it means to me the first thing that comes to mind, speaking as a serial quitter, is continuous dedication. I've stopped doing a lot of things in my time. Ballet. Piano. Tennis. Choir. Writing letters. Pilates. I could go on, it's a ridiculously long list that I probably should be embarrassed about.
But something has kept me here, and although I've felt it waning over the last couple of years I didn't know how to fix it. But I think I've figured it out; I haven't been being authentic. And by that I don't mean I've been dishonest. But there's all this other stuff that I have completely edited out. So here's to going back to sailboat's roots. It's like going back home after an extended period of time away. Comforting and a little unfamiliar because it's never quite the same as when you left. But it doesn't feel like it's too late to go back, so it's got to be worth a try, right?
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