It has been quite a long time since I have actually sat down to write. Despite mentally writing a million entries and saying countless monologues during car rides throughout the last year, none have ever made it onto a computer or piece of paper.
I cannot say exactly what has caused me to stop writing, or what can cause a person to write nearly daily to suddenly disappear, but I can hypothesize that it was due to the transition in my life. A year ago, my life was torn between heartache and a sense of free abandon and carelessness. A sense of wanting to break out and seek adventure. It was a wild heart and desire.
Neither ended up being the path life beckoned me to follow. Instead, it took a surprising turn. My life is not how I envisioned it being a year ago, but I also cannot envision it being anything else. A year took me from college freedom to adulthood responsibilities. But . . . it has brought changes, and I am not quite sure how I feel about these new alterations.
I've found that passions have conflicted with reality, and that spiritual freshness is not always easy to maintain.
I cannot say for sure what caused me to be so quiet, but I know for certain what has returned me to this old blog space . . . my heart just yearns to write, and in the process of writing, I hope to regain some of that passions and all of that fresh vitality that has seemed to be placed on the back-burner in light of the stresses and hustle of a new stage in life. Maybe it is all about re-finding myself in this new period of life, combining bits of the old with the new. Whatever this little piece of "mine" ends up becoming, I do have to say that it feels absolutely fantastic to simply write again.
Until tomorrow,
Walk in Love
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