It's been three months since my last post! I wish I could tell you I spent it in Argentina or Bali, or Nepal or Italy. Maybe I was taking language classes, or building a house for a family in need or teaching kids how to write (or type) or just stretching out in the warm golden sun.Maybe I was labouring away, day after day, on a collection of short stories about life in my hometown. Or maybe I started with the story of a tangled friendship, teetering between love and being alone. I could have been writing in my diary every night before bed, or updating another blog in a browser far, far away.
Imagine I cooked elaborate feasts for friends and family, or grew a small collection of produce on my sunlit patio. I could have put on party dresses and a smile, and worked a crowded room effortlessly and naturally, all on my own.
Maybe I wasn't afraid of failure or risks -- or anything, anything at all.
