I haven’t had much opportunity to write recently. The past 2 weeks have been busy and intense and I have been unwell through much of it.

I have been thinking, however, about how writing is not always an easy thing. When I was younger, I could write at the drop of a hat. But, as I’ve gotten older I find that when I sit down to write, my head is swimming and it can take a lot of work to sort through the thoughts and actually form something worthwhile.

I want to be a writer and it’s easy to daydream about what that life would be like. But, my daydreams don’t usually include the struggle and the not-so-romantic logistics that have to go into making writing happen. Also, I’ve swallowed my pride and have realized that I need help. I can write, to be sure, but there is still so much that I need to learn. I’m not just going to become a famous writer tomorrow. I have to work at it.

So, even though it’s not much of anything, really, I needed to write even just a little and post it in an attempt to prove to myself that I can be committed even when it’s tough. I also did a free writing session last week, but did not post it. 

All of this just to say, sometimes writing does come extremely easy to me, but the times when it does not, I realize that I want to approach it like I do my health and find ways to keep at it even if I’m not ‘feeling it’.