I wanted to write, but instead, I shut down and closed up. I was afraid of what would come out. I was afraid that I might come undone in the messiness and uncertainty of our lives.
I forgot how reaching out and connecting opens our hearts to new possibilities.
I forgot the importance of laughing.
On Thursday, I boarded a plane to St. Louis to attend #NCTE17.
The fog lifted. I felt hope again.
I woke up early, back in my own bed. I knew what I needed...to write again.
As I write in the quiet early morning, I am joined by a sleepy eight year-old.
"Julie, you're home," she whispers as her warm body curls into me.
I invite her to write with me and she accepts. My heart is filled with gratitude, contentment, and love.