Five Months Later
Well, what can I say . . . I actually forgot I have a blog. Yep. Forgot. Because sometimes life just gets too complicated, too busy, too draining. Right now as I think back, I don't really understand how the days just flew by to become weeks gone and then months zipping by. It's kinda scary when I think that this is my life going by so fast. One day I was fifteen and then I was thirty and now I'm . . . well, let's just say I'm older than dirt but young enough to play in the mud. I have no inspiring thoughts, no influencer yadayada, no wailing in the wind. I'm just trying to hang on to my breath and my spirit and the old cranky brain. I'm not making any promises to myself to keep writing here, or anywhere. I took several courses in which the presenters offered that writers are valuable and what we have to say is valuable and to just keep on writing, even if it feels like your words are being offered to the hurricane gods who may or may not obliterate them in a single poof. There are just too many writers in this world, especially with the internet. In the olden days, a writer actually had to be published somewhere -- in a newspaper, magazine, book. Now, all you have to do is turn on your computer and write on X, a blog post, Instagram, etc. I can't even think of all the places where a person can write. It all just makes me tired, so I think I'm gonna go eat chocolate. That always makes me feel better. Who needs words when you can stuff your mouth with delicious dark chocolate . . . .
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