Life is funny, isn’t it? It just moseys along when all of a sudden something lands in the middle of our path. It could be meeting your soul-mate, finding a new unexpected passion or discovering a talent. Just as easily things we enjoyed could surprisingly take a back seat without even realising it is happening. Just think of that special friend that you say you want to get together with…but maybe next week because you are kind of busy right now. All of a sudden you are embarrassed of all the time that has passed.
That has happened to me. Both the new passion and the forgotten joy are one and the same: writing.
Just a few years ago I sat down to write for the first time.
I lie.
It was not the first time.
That too is basically a lie.
Over the years I would write, actually journal, to try to clear my head. It was mostly an internal dialogue to try to understand the craziness that life could be, and believe you me, my life was particularly crazy: husband, kids, parents, siblings, jobs, errands, taxi services, illness, ambulance chases, hospitals…
While journaling one day, I realised my tone had changed and I wasn’t writing for only my own eyes to read and that is when I fell into the world of writing. So you see my previous statements were not only a lie but also basically the truth.
The craziness calmed down pretty dramatically and was temporarily replaced by a heavy work load which has taken me away from writing for almost a year now.
It seems that my old friend, writing, is again finding me which actually thrills me to no end.
All I wanted to say is: I’m back.
See you later with a new blog entry called Grace.