My Writing

For some reason I have been having great difficulty writing. Maybe it’s writer’s block but honestly I’ve never had a block last this long. Months long. There was a time when I would post every day. Sometimes twice a day.

All my life I’ve been a deep thinker. I have always felt every single thing, deeply. Even as a child. The beauty of this world captivated me. God’s love moved me. Romance intrigued me. Dreams stirred me. 

My writing was inspired through emotions along with hard-earned life lessons. My life was very difficult over a long span of years. I pulled a lot of my writing from where I was at the time. Besides always a hopeless romantic and a dreamer, I was living in survival mode, lonely, and anxious about where I was, and where my life was headed. With that, I feel my writing had more substance and meaning. Now that I am in a great place it’s become more difficult to tap into that part of me. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining about my new life. Certainly not. But I would like to find that place again where I hold my deepest feelings. I am still the same person I was prior to my life with D. I’m still filled with wonderment and questions and an exuberant amount of life lessons. Maybe I’ve just been so busy adjusting to my new life that it’s only temporarily misplaced. But I do miss writing like I did not so long ago. 

I know there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to revisit some of those difficult places again. And I understand that. But many of those places were/are good. Where I once was holds the very essence of who I am.

♥️

Andi