Thursday, March 10, 2016

The aches of a writer.

I'm aching to write these days. It used to come frequently & then one day it just stopped. Without permission, my words failed. They drifted away with no promise of a return date. 

Until recently... Creativity & inspiration has been everywhere. I don't want to do anything other than write. I want to cancel plans & quit working. I just want to let my mind wander & drift, with a pen in hand.

I don't know what's creating this desire, but I shall not complain. I will write into the wee hours of the morning & explore the places that bring inspiration. I will leave my bed unkept & windows open, allowing the sun rays to creep their way into my room. I will allow Penelope cuddles to consume my days. I will embrace the freedom 2016 is giving me. I will become a better version of myself. I will travel. I will be vulenerable with my words, holding nothing back. 

Maybe it's him. Maybe he's bringing about this desire in me. Because, I don't want to forget this season of my life. This journey of us. The year 2016. The ebb & flow of what this year is going to bring. I want to not only capture it through photos, but I want to remember it through my words. I want to relive the year 2016, ten years from now. 

Being a writer is the greatest gift God ever gave to me & I won't take it for granted anymore. 

If anyone needs me, I'll be ignoring the responsibility of life & journaling under the willow tree. Find me there, darling.

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