I used to be able to write a decent blog post just from thinking about how hungry I am. Or while having a nice cup of coffee. Or while watching kids play. I could expound on anything happening- mundane or profound. Then all of a sudden, about a couple of years ago, I just stopped. I feel like I lost the words somehow. That I can't quite put my thoughts together like I used to. And it's frustrating. It's actually quite a mission just to type this down now. I never prided myself in being a good writer, but it was just refreshing to purge my myriad thoughts and emotions onto something I could see. It made it easier to deal and laugh at whatever situation I was in, no matter how silly it was.
So here I am, attempting to find the words again. It feels like I have this truckload of stuff aching to burst out of me and this is it- this is me mustering up the courage to let it all out. Dumping it all off and lightening the load. I'm gonna write about that nice cup of coffee. Or perhaps that crappy one. I'll muse about how kids don't know how to play anymore and how our old games are so much better than theirs. I'll spout schmaltz and cheese and the occasional bout of heartache. I'll bore or annoy or miraculously interest whoever comes across this. And hopefully, in the process, I'll figure things out.
So here I am, attempting to find the words again. It feels like I have this truckload of stuff aching to burst out of me and this is it- this is me mustering up the courage to let it all out. Dumping it all off and lightening the load. I'm gonna write about that nice cup of coffee. Or perhaps that crappy one. I'll muse about how kids don't know how to play anymore and how our old games are so much better than theirs. I'll spout schmaltz and cheese and the occasional bout of heartache. I'll bore or annoy or miraculously interest whoever comes across this. And hopefully, in the process, I'll figure things out.
