Hello, my beautiful and beyond wonderful readers. Boy, do I have an update for you.

There are so many details that I am not a liberty to write about at the moment, but let me tell you- my entire universe has been shaken and my world has been spun off of it’s axis. And you know what? It is the best thing that ever could have happened to me… and in hindsight, I can see the hand of God on every single step thus far.

My love for writing began all of the way back in high school when a teacher encouraged me to enter a writing contest. Looking back on that time, I can see exactly where the love was birthed. I never thought that it would be something that I would pursue full time, but I was romanced by the idea that I could spill myself out on paper and paint pictures with the words. I became addicted to the satisfaction of each completed piece, and I yearned for the reaction of my readers. I suppose I should have seen a future in writing, but at the time, it was simply a hobby.

I did win the contest, by the way. And many more after that.

What does the conception of this passion have to do with the major changes that have taken place as of late? Well, lovelies; this is the path that we will be pursuing, full time, together.

Two and half weeks ago, I was separated from the job that I have held to, like a life preserver, for six excruciating years. On the day that the events took place, I calmly walked out of the building and called one of my best friends. I did not… and still have not… cried over the loss that was not really a loss at all.

“This had to happen. It had to happen this way because if it didn’t, I never would have left. As much as I have grown to resent this job, it was comfortable because I know the ins and outs of it.” I spoke, unwavering, into the phone.

Just 24 hours earlier, I had shared a quote that I had penned a year earlier. The quote reads;

I find myself standing on the precipice of change, toeing the edge of the ravine.

I could stay here, but I’d never live.

‘But what if you fail, and you lose everything?’ They ask.

‘But what if I don’t?’ I reply.

I captioned the re-post by talking about how I still remembered what this quote was in reference to and that I found myself in the same position, 365 days later. I said that I was still standing on the precipice, not by act of choice in purposely staying, but in lack of acting. I pleaded that those who were reading would learn from my mistake and not allow another year of toeing the ravine pass us by.

24 hours later, I was tossed from my comfort zone and forced to learn how to swim in the sea of possibilities. I had asked for it, hadn’t I?

So, here we are. On a new journey into a new chapter. The old chapter is not fully closed yet (That’s one of those details that I am not at liberty to write about yet…but I promise to do so when I am able), but we are going to begin the new one with a blank page that is filled with nothing but promise. As I was walking out of the door on my last day, a monarch butterfly drifted around me and then gracefully danced out of sight, riding the summer breeze. The most beautiful symbol of rebirth and transformation. Throughout the past 2.5… almost 3 weeks, I have seen so many monarchs that the message is undeniable; this is it. This is my season to transform and be reborn into the person that I have known was due to emerge, but that I was too afraid to release.

Welcome to my transformation. Welcome to our rebirth; our new chapter.

X.O. C.L.Jordan