I haven’t written on here for a year and two months. I have wanted to. Numerous times, but it always seems like I don’t know where to begin. My thoughts are scattered and never seem to coincide with what I really want to say. With what I need to say. Several times I had gotten inspired and had my mind racing as if I already had the pen and paper or laptop in my hands writing away. By the time I did get to it, it was all gone. Sitting in my car at the grocery store parking lot feeling as if I would explode, but yet I could only get out a few sentences. With many failed attempts, any kind of writing was put on the back burner.The few things that I have written are not up to my usual sound by far in comparison.
In the past year I have moved to a different city, changed jobs, lost a grandparent, had my heart broken, abandoned by a friend, took a chance, explored nature, embraced being alone, and much much more. So heightened were my feelings of loss, betrayal, and wonder of what comes next.
I lost the passion for my writing for a while. Thought, why should I continue? Nothing becomes of it all. There are so many people out there who do this very same thing. What makes me any different from them? Even in finally writing on this site for the first time in a year I question whether to post this or not.
But your not here to just listen to me ramble. So I will get on with my point.
I am going to start writing on here again.
I am. I will.
I have so much to share. Even if it is only myself who comes back to read any of it.
I will end this reign of writers block!