I haven’t touched this thing in forever, taking a look at it, I have so many drafts of ideas I was excited about, but simply abandoned for… well life. In 2017 (god nearly five years ago), I wrote a book. I was passionate about it, spent from May to September of that year furiously writing a novel I knew would be great. I spent most of October of that year slaving over a printed copy editing the details, fine tuning it exactly how I wanted it to be. I made plans to publish. Life happened, my mental health spiraled (as it so often does around the holidays), and then life struck again in January of 2018. The edits looked at, but never quite completed. The good news is I’m a little over half way through the updates now.
I’m certain if you have any desire to you can look back at my blog posts and see what I was feeling at the time. I had a car wreck, my grandmother died, there was a lot of grief and trauma, I fell in love. I was 19 going on 20, my head was big, and even though I still wanted to write, I was more focused on the enjoyment of life and rebellion. The years went on and the idea of venting my life or discussing my hobbies was less appealing.
Covid happened. The entire world felt off, there’s still moments I don’t know that it will ever go back to normal. Side bar: I don’t know that I care for it to, I do love working from home, my introvert soul is at peace with less unnecessary social interaction. While chatting with some friends recently, I said “I don’t know that the world really sucks more than it did in 2016, we just graduated high school and have woken up to it.” I haven’t tried to confirm this with older adults, maybe some of you can let me know if that is the normal phenomenon.
I’m 23 now, and life has had a lot of changes. I’ve moved out of the homestead, working full time, managing a household (not on my own, small blessings), life has become quite a bit busier than I was even 6 months ago. I’m thankful for those changes, I’ve never felt more secure in myself, more stable and ready to take on new things. But I’ve realized, it’s certainly not new things I’m looking to take on. I’m turning back to things I’ve sat aside. My novels, my blog, maybe more.
It’s funny, my blogging again was inspired by my dad (I should link his blog). He’s taken to posting on his a couple of times a week, with every new post I have found myself missing the enjoyment of blogging about my life, my passions, etc. I’ve taken to finishing my ideas, fleshing them out. I can’t promise you’ll be seeing multiple posts from me every week, but keep an eye out, I’m trying to get my groove back.
Life is different now, my content will be different. I’m not sure how I’m going to translate that, I worry too much of content isn’t family friendly, and far too many of my family and friends are likely to see this. We shall see, maybe Ill chose to live unabashedly as myself with no concern for the judgment of others. Glass houses and all folks.
See you next time. ✌🏼
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