It's been a while since I've written, and so much has happened since the last time I was here. I fell apart. Once. Twice. A few too many times, some would say. I've put myself back together. Once. Twice. A few too many times. Never in the same order. My pieces aren't where they once were. Some old pieces were completely lost. Some were replaced with new ones, crafted out of the destruction of the old. Some are still empty. Slowly filling. Slowly taking on their new form as they figure out what they are supposed to be.

It's been a while since I've written, and I'm not the same person I was last time I was here. I've grown and broken and morphed and transformed. I am not better than I once was. I am not worse, either. I am just different. And I'm learning how to be okay with that. I'm learning how to say goodbye to the old. I'm learning how to love and accept the new. 

I've never been a fan of change. Most of the time, for me, change has been bad. It's been a while since I've written, and I'm learning to embrace change. I'm learning to see it as not some evil entity trying to break me down. I'm working on seeing it as a new chapter in my novel. As the next piece of my plot. As the next step in the direction of wherever it is I'm supposed to be.

I't been a while since I've written, and I'm learning to be okay.