There are lots of different ways to pause. Because sometimes pauses are good. Sometimes you need a little break. Time to clear your head. Time to rest your body. Time to let your soul sit instead of search. In fact, pauses are part of the natural order (see: hibernation, Sabbath, and etc.).
Sometimes, however, pauses are bad. Sometimes pauses are hiding. Sometimes you suddenly and without warning lose the courage or the gumption or the energy to keep going, to keep fighting, to keep sharing, or what have you. Maybe this is the type of place where you need a rest-pause but accidentally do a hide-pause. Maybe that's confusing.
Also confusing can be when the line between the two blurs a bit. You start out resting and then you rest for a good long while and then you forget what it was like before the pause and then you start to worry about what it would be like to un-pause and then you write run-on sentences.
The point is, it is mid-March, and though there's a teensy bit of snow in the forecast for the weekend, my heart seems to be telling me that I survived my first New York winter. This is the point because I was paused and then I was hiding and then I realized that it was February (and the beginning of March basically counts as February) and maybe, as my friend put it, I was just cold.
So, as I managed to say much more eloquently a few springs back, welcome back to life! To the unpaused! To the out in the open!