After a five and a half year “hiatus” I’ve re-found my voice. It’s not that it was lost as such, I could never be a mute (I’m sure my friends and family can attest to that. It’s just, I kind of lost who I was. And I guess to some extent I’m still not really sure who I “am”. And that’s the point – in life, you mature, you go through all the challenges and turbulences and curveballs, and whatever else. Time moves so fast and you yearn for those moments you can take a break – to think, to feel, to breathe. And most of all to remember; remember who you used to be and wish for the happiness you once felt. Then the feelings and emotions come, and wow do they overwhelm. But, here we are. Here I am. Moments don’t last forever – and I remember once someone saying to me “that’s really pessimistic”, but is it? I chose to see that as optimism, call it blind faith if you will. Now more than ever we have to learn to be comfortable in our own skin. I’m not looking for my former self anymore; I’m working on my future self.