*Knock Knock*
The door creaks open.
A timid writer steps inside the vacant room and looks around—there are cobwebs growing over the different corners of the abandoned space. Perhaps there is a little less collecting on the Reflection Sunday corner—she had come in a few months ago and started to dust it off, but then was overcome with the question, “How to begin, again?” There are footprints in the dust towards Book Review Tuesday—she’s certainly been reading a lot, and shouldn’t she share her thoughts on the amazing books she’s reading?
This was a space created years ago by a much younger writer—and as she pushes the door shut behind her, she catches a glimpse at herself in the mirror beside the door. The eyes are familiar, but much has changed—there’s smile lines and new freckles and her hair is much, much, longer than it ever was when she occupied this space multiple times a week. Years ago.
But it’s more than that.
She’s changed.
Perhaps this space doesn’t fit her needs or desires anymore—but that doesn’t mean it can’t.
So, the writer takes a determined step forward.
How to begin again, indeed.
With one step and one word after another.