I've missed staying up a little too late, writing feverishly, fearlessly pouring out all my thoughts and emotions onto a piece of paper. A blank piece of paper is, without a doubt, the safest place I have ever known to go to in order to pour out EVERYTHING I am thinking and feeling. When writing, I never stop to think about how the page might react to something I might want/need to say. I don't stop and think to myself, 'Uh oh - maybe I shouldn't say THAT. How is the page going to react when I pour my heart out in that way?' I never think, 'What if the page doesn't like me....'. I never entertain the idea that a blank piece of paper could reject me - or reject whatever comes spilling out onto it from my pen.
I simply just....write. And write. And write. Sometimes a song comes out. Sometimes a poem. Sometimes a story of some sort. Sometimes nothing. And sometimes something will come out that would make absolutely no sense to anyone on the planet other than me - and SOMETIMES it doesn't even make sense to me! I just sit and write - for the sake and joy of writing. I learned several years ago not to have any desired outcome when I sit down to write. It's my job to knock at the universe's door (that lovely blank piece of paper) and to be open to whom/whatever shows up.
So yes, I'm back into writing again - and I am VERY grateful for that. As my life has shifted and changed greatly over the last several months, writing remains my one constant. I am blessed to have it and I vow to never take it for granted again. Like an old friend that I haven't seen in a very long time, my writing has welcomed and embraced me as if I never left. However, I know that I left - and I won't do it again.
Someone very close to me just recently asked me to promise that I would never stop writing again - no matter what. I made that promise to him (and to myself) - and I will keep it.
All that being said, it's time to sign off for now - I have a date with a blank piece of paper...
