Not so long ago, I used to write things. No, I’m not talking about facebook status updates that let my “friends” know that I made some awesome homemade chicken fingers in my new deep fryer. I mean I used to write novels, short stories, articles and blogs. I used to blog all the time about what I was thinking, writing, reading, watching, doing. I wrote about things I loved and causes that I cared about.
And over the last five years the amount that I write has steadily declined. I went from novels to grocery lists.
Yes, a lot has changed since then. I am no longer the single girl that is dealing with a lot of major situations that all seem to collide into each other at the same time. I am not alone anymore. Many of my struggles have passed. I am genuinely happy.
Five years ago it seemed like anvils kept falling down on my head driving me further and further into a hole.
Now I feel like my life has flipped upside down. I have gained so much and it feels like now there are so many hands reaching out to me and pulling me up out of that hole.
Instead of bad things piling up, good things are happening. Yes, there are bad things too but they are a lot easier to deal with when there is good in there as well. The abundance of amazing people that have come in to my life is amazing and the bonds with the people that were there before have strengthened greatly.
But I’m not blaming happiness on the reason that I don’t write nearly as much anymore. The blame falls to me. I have not made it a priority. I made building my relationships, establishing a home, and enjoying life a priority. It’s what I needed.
Now those things are feeling pretty solid. They don’t seem to need as much work as they once used to. Right now I find myself with a lot of time on my hands. I know eventually that will change but until then I hope to get back to writing a little more.