Dear Writer,

As your mother will consistently send you every morning, “EGBOK”.

Everything is going to be okay.

It is okay that you are not where you expected you would be. To be honest, you probably will not see it happen for some time. It may feel like you are not as confident, driven, happy, or even remotely the same person that you once were. But that is okay. In fact, it does not even matter if what you envisioned for yourself happens or if something completely different transpires.

Good things have yet to arrive. Believe in the possibilities that the future can bring and let them come to you. It is not every day that you will find clarity or internal serenity, but every day that you wake up is a blessing in itself. It is another opportunity to find the love of the world, to become more of yourself, and to speak, sing, and dance. In my opinion, we do not celebrate life nearly as much as we should.

Go forth and prosper. Let the song of your life be the means of igniting your spirit. Scribble in the margins of your life story and share your tale with anyone that will listen. But more importantly, study the words of those that share their stories with you as well.

Beneath the mortar and bricks that make up the foundation of your world, remember that there is earth underfoot. Seeds that have been planted deeply for as long as you have drawn breath have taken root. Sprouts might erupt and find light through the cracks in what was lain down. Let it be free. Let it blossom. Let it bear fruit so that you may share the bounty of who you are with those around you.

To be seen, even in your most embarrassing of moments, is to be free and loved. Let those that reject you for who you are reject you. For in doing so, they deprive themselves from being seen as well. Embrace those that make even the slightest effort to share your experience. They will be the people that will make your dream a reality – to leave behind a legacy that will spill out, beyond the threshold of a chapel and into the courtyard among the gravestones of the honored.

Finally, come home. Make a place where you feel wanted and where nights alone are just as warm as mornings with friends. Create stories and allow laughter to ring out through the windows and bellow into the night. Let it be known that you have loved and were loved in return.

Dear, Writer. Take your own advice. Follow the path of the sun, but don’t be afraid to step off the trail every now and then to see what lies beyond.

Onward.

The above was written at the start of 2021 and I forgot about it until logging in after 9-months of not writing creatively or for myself.