It’s been a crazy last couple of years. I never meant for it to be this long between posts. But I have a great excuse as to why (besides the insanity of real life).
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What to say; what to say… I’m back writing. It was a long enough break I forgot about the lovely buzzy feeling I get when I write.
Does that sound crazy? Maybe it sounds crazy. I should elaborate. The last few weeks have been… really weird.
For the first time in my adult life, I stopped writing. Even when my kids were itty-itty-bitty I journaled. This has been—nothing. I never meant to be gone so long. I knew my priorities had shifted, there wasn’t a choice. But in a blink, months have flown by.
Something in my psyche has changed. It’s hard to articulate exactly what, but nonetheless, something is different now.
My eyes. Oh, my eyes. They are forever tainted, forever ruined.
It’s hard to believe 2020 is finally coming to an end. I’m refraining from thinking about what 2021 will hold. Instead, I’m focusing on the past—like centuries ago past.
Writing is a solitary endeavor. Um, well, it is and it isn’t – how’s that for a vague statement.
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