Done with Austin?

Since I returned from Colorado I've been trying to write about what I went through and learned, and I haven't gotten anywhere even though the story is there, the emotions are there, the passion is there... all the things that usually get me straight to the keyboard with a fervor.

Tonight I started working on it again and felt fear rise up inside me as I continued.

Because if I write this and hit 'publish'... I think that's me admitting that I'm done with Austin. And that scares me.