Hi. It’s me. It’s been a while. I know.
Sometimes, as you all know, life gets hectic, overwhelming even, and you struggle just to keep up with the status quo. Your kids still say hilarious things, you still find random cat videos fascinating, you fall in love with an online urgent care commercial where a couple reenacts a scene from Dirty Dancing, and in general, life plods along, but you lack the energy or inclination to do the one thing that actually keeps you grounded and moving in a positive direction and settles your soul, which is write. Sometimes you even marvel at the number of commas you use in sentences. Or maybe that’s just me.
Writing is always the first thing to go. It’s easy to leave it in my wake, saying I just don’t have the time or energy, but then I reach a crisis and realize that I don’t have the time and energy because I didn’t feed my soul the nourishment, nay the catharsis, it so desperately craves. Not writing is easy. It’s comfortable. It’s safe.
Writing, on the other hand, is difficult. It’s painful. It’s dangerous. It forces me to deal with demons I prefer not to confront.
So yeah, it’s been a while.
It may continue to be a while; I can’t make any promises. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep them if I did.
But I know that when I feel like I can’t write, that is when I most need to do so.
So for today, I’ll write.