As one part of my life went up in flames and turned to dust, a new beginning emerged on the horizon. I lost things that I had. And things that I’d lost for a long time suddenly emerged out of nowhere.
For sometime now, I’ve felt very drawn to the phoenix. There is something special about the firebird that is reborn from its ashes. Most people I know don’t welcome change; because with change comes a loss of control, a loss of certainty and the loss of a life that’s grown familiar. But death is not the end. It is a new beginning to a destination yet unknown.
For sometime now, there’s been a gentle voice inside me that’s been urging me on to go forth on my venture wholeheartedly. I heard it. Believe me, I did. But like many people, I was caught up in a life that didn’t fully fulfil me. It wasn’t good enough to stay or bad enough to leave.
And then crisis came down on me. Not once, not twice, but over and over again. It emptied out my life and burnt everything to the ground.
So now I’m doing it.
Yes, I’m scared. Yes, I have doubts. Yes, I don’t know what’s waiting for me at the end of this road.
But this is what I want. This is what I’ve been working towards for as long as I can remember. I don’t know where this desire or this need came from, but it’s there. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.
My dream is starting to take shape.
I’m FINALLY on Instagram. Properly this time and not just messing around. You can find me at Mithbook. My account is only a couple of days old and everything is a work in progress, but things are slowly coming together. I have a Twitter account, but I’m not quite sure what I want to do with it just yet. I’ve also got a Facebook page, but I’ve heard the ‘young adults’ are not on it and they’re my target audience…
There is a lot to do, and a lot of it is outside my comfort zone – but hey.
I’ve started my own publishing company. There’s a novel that’s in the process of being launched. And… there’s a sequel that’s currently being written. I am already 10,000 words in.
I’m reading again. Fiction. Fantasy. Myths. Folklore. Whatever I can get my hands on. I’m writing again – creating worlds and inhabiting them with characters.
And after all this time, I feel I’m living again.
And this time, I’m going to enjoy the ride.