2024, Please Don’t Kill My Friends

This is my very first blog ever and my first writing on Medium. I have announced for almost a year to my loved ones that I wanted to start writing, heeding their lifelong nudges. One special friend, also chosen family, even responded by asking my favorite color and sent me a 2–pack of satisfyingly smooth gel pens in the most beautiful blue. One pen is now empty. Truth is I have sat down countless times, only to feel like a dried up paint can with barely a word dripping out of me. I feel there are words filling up inside, and, at the same time words seem vacant and separate from meaning, similar to rancid paint that has separated itself within the can. It is undoubtedly GRIEF. I have been giving it plenty of space in my life and have been waiting patiently for words to make sense again. They still don’t; I am fn writing anyway, and although I am always grateful for constructive feedback, I will not be apologizing for any deficiencies. THIS IS DAY ONE FOR ME. I will show up to write for 100 days and see what becomes of it. We’ll see how many of those days make it here to this public space. Maybe the practice will humidify it up and smooth it out as I stir in my presence. <a href="https://medium.com/@Mela.LoveNourishes/2024-please-dont-kill-my-friends-7547c98b0352">Website</a>