I stopped writing…
One of my friends asked me recently, “Why was your last blog
post in 2023?”
I had to stop and think about it. Had it really been that
long?
See, I moved to the DMV (not the license bureau, the place –
DC, Maryland, Virginia) in 2022. When I moved here, I thought that with all the
adventures, I’d surely have a ton to write about. I would write about the
places I got to see, I’d write about what finally making it looked like, I’d
write about my relationship.
And then…I just stalled. I get to see a lot of places, but
work can be hard. I love the DMV, but finding my circle here has been a
challenge. Did writing about the hard, make me a failure? Was the fact that it’s
hard sometimes, mean that I’m a failure?
And of course, there’s the relationship.
See, what used to happen is that people would ask me how I was,
and I’d say, “I’m fine.” Then I’d go and pour out every emotion, every dream,
every let down, every excitement onto paper.
It’s different in a relationship. After six years together,
Eric has learned “I’m fine” rarely means I’m fine. It means I’ll revisit this in
two days. I’m not ready to talk about why I’m upset. I need to process it, then
I’ll talk about it.
As I learned how to deal with my emotions in a healthy way,
how to express them, how to feel safe, I stopped putting words on paper.
This year has been a little different. I still wrote my
goals for this year, and wrote my word of the year, I just didn’t publish it.
But my word of 2026 is “innovative.” For me, that means creative, creative
solutions, creative ideas, create things.
Then I picked up an old chapter I had written several years
ago, and wrote a chapter two. And a chapter three. Now I’m on chapter ten of a
story that never got to be told, for someone who never got to have her own
voice.
So I guess I am her voice, and I guess you could say, I’m
writing again.
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