Here we are again
this seems familiar
all those other times that I’ve suddenly felt like writing again
the “i’m back” posts
the “I’m not going to say I’m back, but I am”
the “I feel like writing”
the “I’ve had writer’s block”
the “I know I’ll come back eventually”
All those different posts.
And yet again, here I am.
Sitting before the computer screen,
typing away
unsure of what to say
but typing anyway
stream of conscious
the feeling of wanting to write,
but being scared
being embarrassed of
being that person who goes without warning
and pops back up again
But all I know is that the desire to write had dwindled
dwindled down until it was easy to push aside
forget about
well, almost forget about
I’ve been wanting to write
but what?
Does it matter?
Do I start fresh?
Start where I left off?
Make a post explaining?
Just leave it a mystery?
In the end,
I don’t think it matters
because I write for me
in the end, that’s what it is
I write for me first and you second
There are too many rules
placed on things
too many rules that destroy the magic
too many expectations and desires and goals and rules
too many
and they drown out the fun
the magic
the light
the effervescence
I get so caught up in the other side of things
the side if things that “prompts” the blog
gets my name out there
needing to like things, comments on things
explore the endless depths on the internet
until that part zaps away the joy
makes writing seems daunting, cumbersome and frustrating
setting rules of types of pieces to write, and when
of what type of content to gain attention
but I don’t want to do this for attention
If I did, I would have kept with it
in the end, if attention comes, I’d want it to be a byproduct
I’m just writing
and everything else happens organically
I feel the pull to jump back into that craziness
and I choose to let it go.
Writing is for me, an outlet
a place to dream
a world to explore
a way to process
and that’s all it needs to be
So, here we are again…yet different
Different, because there are no rules, no expectations expect one
that I write. That’s it.
Just
Write.
Writing can be a passion, can be a love. It remains a job. Treat it as such.
The missing word in the story is “commitment”. I quote Frankl a lot because he writes of a fundamental truth: without purpose, life is meaningless. It doesn’t really matter what the purpose is, as long as you know what yours is and are committed to it.
Well said! Thanks for stopping by!
Yay!!! Acire… you’re back ๐ I am so happy and excited to see your beautiful words. Since the reblog button was missing from this post, hence I quoted your poem at my own blog post at;
https://aatayyab.wordpress.com/2020/05/27/here-we-are-againyet-different/
Stay blessed and beautiful :)๐
Thank you so much!
You’re always welcome ๐
Just write and keep writing – it’s good to see you Acire ๐
Thanks!
Just be!
Yay! Your beautiful writing is back!
Thanks!
“Iโm just writing
and everything else happens organically”
So true. ๐
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