It’s crazy to think that I started this blog back in 2012. At the time, I wanted to use it as a writing portfolio. I was freelancing part-time for a woman’s lifestyle site, and the blog was a great place to expand on my writing, while linking out to other articles I’d already written. When my current full-time job fell into my lap, I stopped writing altogether. Shortly after, the site I was freelancing for folded into another site, and then ceased to exist entirely.
Why do we stop doing the things we love? Why do we give up on the things that make us happy? For me, there was a multitude of reasons. I could sit here all day and make up excuses for myself: I was too busy at my new full-time job. I had nothing to write about… – but I won’t. The truth is, I felt uninspired. And I didn’t feel “good enough.” But good enough for what? A blog is a personal (albeit public) space intended for whatever a writer chooses, right? Couldn’t I just choose to write for me?
Writing has always been very therapeutic for me. If I could, I’d write my way through life. For some reason, it’s always been easier for me to explain myself through the written word than speaking. So why deny myself that simple pleasure?
My hope is that by returning to writing, I’ll be returning to a small part of myself that I’ve left behind these past few years. If writing is something I do and enjoy, then that makes me a writer. It doesn’t matter who does or doesn’t read it.
Although I also hope that people will – because reading another’s words can sometimes make this world seem a little less lonely. When you read someone else’s words that you, too, feel in your heart – it connects you. Writing connects all of us, from centuries past through the centuries yet to come.
So, welcome back to me.
Till next time xo