A dear friend helped me find the courage around the writers’ block. “Sometimes when you are lost in the forest – or circle – you need to pay attention to those breadcrumbs before the birds eat them.” Thank you, because the last time I took a break it was over 270 days.
And it couldn’t have come at a better time than, when I was wandering in the forest of bloggers’ block looking for scattered Breadcrumbs and Pebbles.
Blogging is like that. Breadcrumbs and Pebbles – posts that are drafts and those that were posted.
Life’s like that.
Breadcrumbs and Pebbles
Things that we did and didn’t. Things that we said and didn’t. Things that we left behind that stayed behind, and then the things that we left behind, but were nowhere to be found. We wish, like Hansel and Gretel that the breadcrumbs were pebbles – it is comforting. It is always nice to know where we came from – it lights up the way home. Follow the pebbles back home.
Not all pebbles are comforting; some are in fact annoying – there are those that you wish you hadn’t left behind. The path goes both ways – as much as you can trace your way back with the pebbles, someone can trace you if they follow the pebbles forward. Reminders of where we were once. Sometimes, we wish that some pebbles were breadcrumbs.
But whether Breadcrumbs or Pebbles, remember what Morpheus said, “No, I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me but because of the path that lies behind me.”
One pocket of Breadcrumbs and another of Pebbles; just use them at the right time.