Igniting a Fire

So I have been absent for a little while due to one thing or another, trying to get myself back to some semblance of normality since my mental blip.

My holiday, which was to be a recharge, a refresh did not go according to plan so I am now juggling my recharge with everyday life again (not so easy).

As anyone who knows me understands, July is a very tough month for me and not the month to attempt to find myself again but I am at least attempting it.

I liken it to trying to keep hold of lots of kite strings, my stresses and worries being the wind that tries to wrench them out of my hand. We shall see as the month continues whether I can continue to keep a grasp on them all. Perhaps I should switch it around and have my stresses and worries as the kites and what I really need to learn is to set them free, to release them into the sky. They are only as important as I make them after all. So why is it so hard?

Anyone who follows me on Facebook will have had a sneaky view of this poem a few days ahead of my blog and I wasn’t sure if inspiration would strike this week. In it, I talk about finding the fire within, striking the match. At the moment I feel like I am fumbling with my box of matches, finding a lot of duds in my box, but at least one of them will work, right? My poker is Bob, who keeps prodding me to write every now and again, he is quietly stoking my fire, not letting me give up.

So here I am, taking one day at a time, my resident poker still prodding me as I attempt to strike another match, if at first you don’t succeed…maybe I need to buy a lighter instead?

Keep Smiling