There is something about writing that is very therapeutic. It is a way to take that jumble of messy thoughts swirling about up there and to place them into some order (the Virgo in me prefers organized chaos). I’ve kept journals my whole life, and go through long periods of dedicated writing followed by long hiatuses where I don’t write at all. As I read through these old journals and posts, I realize there is a pattern. I tend to write when I’m needing to work things out, when my heart is hurting, when I want to manifest something, or when I suddenly find myself in a moment of change.
To take it a step further, I choose to put these thoughts in a public space for anyone to read because I feel like this will somehow manifest what I’m trying to figure out, that somehow by ‘putting it out there’ and making myself exposed and more vulnerable that the answers will then find their way to me. So far, it has worked pretty well =)
It has been a long time since I’ve written in this blog. A few years back I went through a fairly big life transition, be it the Saturn Returns phenomenon around age 30, or just the early-life crisis of an illegal, broke, single immigrant trying to find her way. During this period, I felt such a strong urge to write, whether it was in a journal, in this blog, or writing poetry for the Prostibulo Poetico.
It seems that after the year of struggling, soul searching and personal growth my life just fell into place. I was offered reliable work and income, finally got my residency after 10 years of trying to make that happen, discovered my passion for birth and began my path as a doula, moved into my own flat, and experienced my first mutually loving romantic relationships. In the past couple of years my life has become comfortable and reliable, not to mention totally awesome and fulfilling and FUN, which is exactly what was needed after a few unstable years of feeling like I was falling with no safety net. As a result, I weened off writing in a very unintentional way, and this blog went off the radar.
Perhaps it’s because I work in threes, and because the cyclical nature of life enjoys keeping me on my toes, three years after my past transformation and now at the magical age of thirty-three, I am very aware that a new transformation is beginning. For a couple of months now the Universe has been throwing me some signs that a) something needs to change, and b) the time is now, or at least soon-ish. I see the signs. I get that this process is happening, and I have some idea as to what needs to change, but there are many uncertainties. That very familiar urge to find some quiet solitude, and to write down and share feelings and realizations as they come along, is back with a vengeance.
The sweet news is that I believe change is good. And even better, this time around I feel much more positive about this inevitable change, as now I have a stable base below my feet as a starting point. I can leap more confidently without fear of falling too hard. Overall I am very happy and feeling good about myself and the opportunities ahead. This time there is no rush or immediate pressure looming over me either, so that allows me a little time to work all this out. This is all dandy!
Regardless, transformations are never easy and I am having a difficult time right now trying to find out what exactly is happening and how to react to it. So until I figure it out, and eventually react, I’m guessing my journals will get some more love and attention. My lovely friends will unfortunately have to endure some of my head rants – sorry guys. And maybe, if I’m not too lazy, this blog will become more present again and hopefully will work its magic to put me on the right track.