Somewhere during the last month I forgot the real reason I started writing here. This is my space where I write not to impress another. I write to convert the chaos in my head into words and poems. It is easy to get distracted when there is appreciation. It is easy to try and belong. When things go well and when schedules get busy it is easy to forget all that must not be forgotten. It is necessary to remember the reason this path was taken and not deflect because of new attractions.