Lost and found

I brought the netbook outside, there aren't many days left where I could sit on the balcony and work or write away. The cold is late, meaning it will hit hard once it's here. 

This is turning to be a dry Autumn, but I am enjoying every bit of it all the same. When the rain is here eventually, I will be ready, like I always am for rain, any time of the year.

The year is drawing to an end soon, I have thought about the blog so many times, and I think with the year ending, I would have had finished a full cycle. I am most probably going to stop blogging after that, and will return to the notebook and pen. 

So much was healed this year, most of what matters the most was kept outside the blog, but I'm itching again and again to pour my heart out on paper.

Perhaps I will manage to start one of the many book projects I had in mind all those years back, or maybe I will be able to journal regularly, and methodically. 

I have found a solution for my anxiety, my mind is not racing anymore, I am able to process thoughts and emotions at a slower pace, without adding extra pressure or feel more pain. 

My 40 didn't come out at all the way I had hoped or figured it would be, but I in lots of ways, I am happy I've put a nice and neat ending to a lot of lose ends. 

The priorities have shifted and keep shifting, perceptions too.

 I'm only just grateful to be so blessed, with everything lost, and everything gained, along the way...