A Story Worth Sticking To.
This isn’t exactly a come back. It’s sort of… oh, I don’t know. An affirmation? A confession? Sob-fest?
I guess I don’t know what to call it.
I’ve never had a big opinion of public complaining. So I will try to keep this short. But probably not sweet.
I’m not sure why I haven’t been able to write lately. Maybe it’s just genuine writer’s block. It feels like something more, though.
I thought for a while that it was because the winter seemed as though it would never end. When Spring comes, I’ll feel better, I thought.
Well, I think that it’s safe to say that Spring has arrived at last. But I still don’t feel like writing.
The I thought it was because I was too busy. When these shows are over, I’ll have plenty of time, and I’ll write, I thought.
I have had no extra-curricular activities for quite some time now. And still, no writing.
I guess I just can’t put my finger on what’s bothering me. But something is, for sure.
Last week I decided that it was the fact that I hadn’t really reached any of my objectives for starting this blog. The amount of clothes I’ve weeded out is, really, negligible, and I haven’t been able to focus on my book with any renewed vigor, either.
Maybe I’ll feel better if I finally write that big summary I was planning to do about the clothes I’ve posted so far.
Or maybe something is trying to tell me it’s time to take a look at my book again.
Maybe I’m just still exhausted.
I just feel rather aimless right now. Adrift.
I had this same feeling, exactly, at the beginning of the year. With a little homeopathy, and lots of advice, it went away. But that’s not working for me this time.
I need to find something that might.
So. I’ve taken a very round about way to say that I’m not sure when I’ll be posting again.
I will be posting again.
And I hope it will be soon!
I Am What I Wore 
It sounds like you feel like a bottle lost at sea. Bobbing, wondering which direction is the shore and when will it come…
How magical. Think of that journey – think of the sights. The desperation of trying to be found. The story that you have to share that is literally bursting inside you.
And then, one day, when some have given up hope, but the keeper knows better, a revealing. And the pieces are put together. Strangers entwined. Lives changed. A story forgotten forced into the foreground. History made current again.
And all are changed.
So hold tight. Do not despair. You bottle is holding tight something that we just aren’t quite ready for yet.
Or maybe your just depressed like me….I’m sure there are some good drugs out there for us. Not to make you feel worse, but the absence of your blog in my life has added to it! Let’s please make a plan to get together soon!! I really miss you:(
Oh no… I’m sorry to hear that you’re feeling so sad. I hope you can figure out what is bothering you. We’ll keep track of the blog, and be ready when you come back. But don’t worry about having to post; if you’re still feeling upset just take some time off. And do get together with Maria–I’m sure she will help you feel better.
Oh, honey. I know this feeling. Although it might contribute to Maria’s depression 😉 I say take the time you need to figure things out – write for yourself, but don’t worry about writing your blog. We can wait! xoxoxoxo
So I just wrote a great entry, filled with words of inspiration and wit. I submitted it, but because I’m on my work computer, I wasn’t automatically logged on… So to sum it up with the final line of my vanished entry…from the mouth of popstars comes the truth… “Don’t live your life in regret, just love yourself and you’re set. You’re on the right track baby you were born this way!” Love and kisses!!!