Its was time for a change.

Why… you maybe ask?

Because I was hiding.

Hiding and making myself confused.

I figured , that it was time to just be me.

Time to just be me, and not think

‘How is this helping others’

Not that I dont want to help others

But trying to help others, was making me confused, making writing not what I wanted to be any more.

But it was safe.

Safe to hide behind ‘Learning from the Streets’ or ‘Healing for Men’

Safe to be a ‘thing’ and not to be me.

Safe to hide.

Yet most of the time I was writing about me, as you know from the stories I’ve shared above.

But I want to write a whole load more, a whole load more about life, about my life, about who I am, and the mystery of it all, and I want to be free.

Free myself from trying to be helpful.

Because its time.

For me, to be me.

And keep writing from my heart, soul, mind and spirit.

And own it.

‘The known has gone and the unknown awaits – the story ends and the story begins, over and over, as we dangle eternally in the present’. There is nothing more to add, and there is always a little more. Life spills over’

Matt Haig, How to Stop Time (2017)

Its time. Now is the time.

Time to be me, and proud of me.

Time to not hide in the shadows of someone else’s story.

Time to live, Time to life.

Are you in it, or watching it?

Its time for me, to be in it.

The spillages of life bubbling over

Life in all its warm, vulnerable, exposed, fullness

Life in all its beauty, colour and vibrancy

Life in all its meaning, truth and mystery

Life in all its wonder, pain and death

Life, in, real time, in the now of all its full ness.

Its time.

Its time for me to be me.

Now is the time.

Its Time.