Ah, there it is -- the sweet sound of my fingers hammering away at battered computer keys, telling a story in the best way that I know how. I missed that sound.
Six months ago, the idea of brainstorming, writing, and editing another blog post made me want to throw up. I would have chosen to run mile repeats on the track, rather than posting, and that is saying a lot.
I developed my blog in May of 2017 because I needed a creative outlet. I needed an escape. I craved a platform on which I could generate personal content that could be instantly consumed by you. I longed for an opportunity to share my own work without having to get it approved first. However, six months ago, maintaining my blog became a stress-inducing task, not a creative outlet. As a result, I made the executive decision to give myself a break.
Here I am, six months later, running back. It is also nighttime and raining. Pop yourself some corn and crack open a Diet Coke because this is one spicy Emily Sparks movie.
I want you to know, though, that writing this blog post still felt somewhat like a stress-inducing task, rather than a creative outlet. However, I have not felt inspired, creative or motivated in a very long time, and I truly believe it is because I have not been writing for the past six months. I feel refreshingly anxious.
More to come.
Cheers to scaring yourself.
