1.4.24 // Stories to be told

Stories to be told.
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The last 6 months were different than previous years I've had. Beyond what has been shared here through these little square boxes, I have had massive life shifts, and feelings too big to boil down to something digestible to be shared at mass. Both big beautiful feelings and heart-wrenching hard feelings have been had.
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At the end of 2022 and the start of 2023, I tried to share some of those heart-wrenching hard feelings but even the words I shared sometimes felt like a disservice to the intense and all-encompassing events that occurred.
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I was desperate for creative release and my voice to be heard when I felt like I had all but lost my creative vision and my voice.
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But last summer and moving into late fall, I let myself rest, I kept my voice mine, and I let my stories simmer and unfold without sharing them. It was a beautiful practice I hadn't done in a long time. It was like quieting my voice after screaming to be heard. It was surrendering instead of controlling and analyzing. It was absorbing feelings, beauty, and creativity, instead of forcing characters on a page for the sake of simply doing it.
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But, I'm starting to feel an itch to speak again, to let words feel like home again. I'm feeling the urge to share those boiling words, those stories that live in my mind begging to be heard. I'm not sure if Instagram is the platform for it. But I'm letting myself find the beauty of storytelling again. Not just storytelling, telling my story.
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I don't think stories are meant to die within us, I think they are meant to be told, told to a best friend, told around a campfire, or told to all of you beautiful souls sitting on the other side of my screen.
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So, here's to audaciously taking up space and telling more of my story... soon.