“I must always be writing about something, Or else I’ll go mad.” -Elizabeth Gilbert
“I don’t know what I think, until I write about it.”
-Joan Didion
“What they said. 👆”
-Me 😉
Restart. Realize. Reverberate. Remember. Reignite. Rewrite. Repair. Reorganize. Redefine. Redeem. Respect. Reclaim. Replenish. Re_____ Re_____ Re______.
I first learned what a prefix was in my 6th grade science class. I had been going to public school for 2 years and was struck by the concept that some words could be broken down into segments of separate meanings which (when combined) helped define the whole of the word.
It was like learning a expert spy level decoding clue for the english language! I was thrilled!
The prefix I wanted to share today as the theme for my resurgence publicly on this website is:
“re” which essentially means “again.”
Again, I get to reintroduce myself to new readers and explain in short summation to loyal followers of how I’ve reoriented creative endeavors to return here.
Again, I will click “publish” instead of “save to drafts” like I did for so many months during the “in between” of this digital timeframe.
Again. I’m reminded that I am a writer simply because I write.
Because writing feels like oxygen and NOT writing feels like suffocation. Because it’s the purest, most efficient medium I know that can untangle the colorful ball of unwoven thoughts.
I started the blog in 2022 to record my perfect moments DAILY for a year. Then I did it. Then it was done.
Q: Then what?
A: A break from letting the public into my mind.
*during the break*
I found a true, kind, safe, warm love that feels timeless and remarkable. We moved in together. We constructed a new and improved family dynamic. It was been a worthwhile relationship to give attention, free time, and capacity towards.
I let this site go quiet.
I let part of my passion sleep, while I regrouped, relaxed and read.
Sidebar: I read A LOT. A book a day some weeks. It was a wonderful reprieve!
Until it wasn’t.
AGAIN… as it has been since I was 8 years old. The pressure gauge to a part of my souls mechanics moved into yellow territory. Like an internal alarm I can only snooze for so long before waking up. A relentless nagging series of thoughts and prompts that can interrupt any moment. A whisper “write Aubrey” built so loudly it started coming out of the mouths of those who know me best.
“Aubrey, you need to write.”
“Have you written lately?”
“Maybe you should write about that?”
“Why haven’t you been writing?”
“Just do 5 minutes a day even!”
“What happened to that blog of yours?”
I’ve learned to listen a “little” faster and be a “little” braver to the call.
Today I sat in a coffee shop for hours and was able to reimagine a place for the writing to live. (This website) Free for anyone who happens upon it. A low cost for me to rent a digital field to practice what I feel I must.
Write. Rewrite. Write. Rewrite. Write. Rewrite. Again and again and again and again and again.
The reward?
Aside from staving off impending insanity if I don’t? 😉
I don’t know. Which makes it a more fun adventure!
All this to say.
Hello “again.”
I’m going to click “publish” after a few more sentences I swear!
I don’t want to have a life of drafts and regrets.
I wish the same for you. Whatever your creative endeavors may be.
A familiar sign off, but with renewed vigor and genuine feeling-
I hope you took love in today somehow, and I hope you found a way to send love out as well.
Regards,
-Aubrey
p.s. My new goal is to publish every Tuesday and Thursday.
Wish me luck!
“A Cleverly Named Blog” with Aubrey 