Sometimes writing is my therapy. It helps me get out all my feelings – good and bad. And usually, I’m proud of the feelings I’ve put onto the paper. I’m proud of the way they poured out of me and I’m proud to share them.
But lately, I get something written and even though I feel good to have gotten it out – I don’t feel good about what’s on the paper. I’m not proud of the emotions. I’m not proud of the points I’ve made. I don’t feel like I’d be proud to have my friends share in it with me.
So there I sit: An empty-handed blogger. With nothing of substance to share.
I have a feeling this has more to do with my perspective than my writing skills.
I’m working on my perspective, I promise.
And if you’re missing me, you can bet I’m missing you, too!