Hi, again. It has been a few seasons and many moons since I’ve typed anything for this blog. And I felt now is as good of a time as any to freewrite.

When I started this blog, I wanted to share my ideas and words in a space that wasn’t regulated, around the theme of always having a coffee and a thought.

I don’t have a coffee right now, but I do have some thoughts. And it’s my blog, so I can alter the rules as I go. Maybe the next post will include a coffee.

My last blog post focused on how much I loved autumn, and again was out of the norm for this space, as it was a poem and not a post. This post is going to focus on a season too. But a season of change.

Obviously the world has been shifted and twisted on its axis with the virus that shall not be named. I haven’t been to my beloved coffee shop to get a latte. All of my meals have been made at home or carefully picked-up takeout.

But that’s not really the season I want to write about. This season I want to share is one of unbecoming. I’m unbecoming a lot of things. As I struggle to define what I want, I’m reminded by sunshine and fresh air that I don’t have to have labels assigned. To-do lists don’t need the scribbled line through them the way they do in some other arenas.

I forgot about this space, one where I can write openly. Freely. I get to create the sentences and publish them. And that’s enough.

“Enough” is a word that often holds so much baggage for me. Am I enough? Is this enough? Pretty sure it’s time to put the “e” word to bed and tell my brain this is the time that everything is good, or okay, or all right. Whatever I’m doing now to get by is good enough. Better, actually, than the alternative of a constant cocoon on my couch or in bed.

I’m trying. I’m showing up. And I’m muddling through. I hope you are too. This is a weird season for everyone. I’m not even sure that this post had a thesis or a pointed message, but damn, did it feel good to write something that wasn’t for work.

Also, hi, brain? This post just *is*. No “e” word necessary.