Less writing and more living: exactly what I needed
It’s been almost a month since I’ve written a post. Well, truth be told, written anything. I was on a roll; writing posts, writing poetry. Capturing life! But the words got stuck -— stuck in my mind, stuck in my throat, stuck in my heart. And when words don’t come out, a writer like me feels bereft, longing for my voice and longing to express myself. Messily, eloquently — I didn’t care as long as I could capture what I was thinking and feeling and put it out into the world. I tried. I really did. I tried writing anything to jog the words and get them to tumble. But they remained stuck. Frustrated beyond belief, I took the only course of action that I believed to have left. I carefully stopped writing and I continued living. I continued to go on adventures. I continued to seek out opportunities and possibilities. I kept saying “yes,” never really wanting to say “no.” The only difference was I didn’t share. I went out into the world and just did. In hindsight, maybe it was better...
