I haven’t written in what feels like forever.
Sometimes I allow myself to forget I even have a blog, or that I even set out to write on a regular basis at one point in my adult life.
The ache remains as proof that there are words bound up within me – sometimes swirling violently around in my brain, sometimes simmering into a sweet, tangy balsamic-like reduction.
So I try to design the write things to say to “re-enter” the scene. Hoping for some shining nugget to share that will get read or maybe just a few likes (because to me it feels like that’s how I weigh feedback).
But I’m never clever enough for myself. I can’t design something “worth” enough likes, which therefore means that I doubt that the words bound up within me have no value.
That’s why I’m writing today. To just say that I’m not trying to be clever enough, or valuable enough, I just need to write and share. I hope to do more soon.