I don't post anymore...

It isn't because I gave up on blogging; it is because I gave up writing.  There are probably two things that are mostly responsible, and both of them are people, but there are a lot of other things involved.  A few years ago I started doing things, one at a time, that I thought might make my life better, or at the least, were the kinds of things that, collectively, looked a lot like becoming a grown-up.  Surprisingly, all of these things seemed to have colluded to make the world a little less difficult to understand, and as such I don't have to resort to writing as a way of organizing my thoughts in a futile effort to comprehend why life boils down to and endless procession of the awkward and aggravating.

Instead of being stirred to create I am mostly just lulled into the apathy of contentment; I am happy therefore I am.  It is new to me, or at least, it has been so long forgotten that it seems new.  I am not comfortable with the trade, and I feel confident that the desire to express myself will return, but I am hopeful that I will be able to find a balance that allows for both.  For now, though, I am comfortable waiting it out.

Comments

[Joolie]

I'm glad things are easier for you. I also think you're a very good writer, and I hope you find that balance.

Yep.

[Kirsty]

We'll still be here when you're ready to come back. x K

[bp]

Oh, wow, you both are just the tops. Both of your comments gave me such nice feelings, thanks so much.