"I want to write more."
This is an enduring theme for at least the past twenty years of my life. It is as if this statement is a balloon suspended up and off to the side of my body with no anchor to the ground. Sounds like a caption box for a cartoon. It has not occurred to me until this moment as I'm writing that this is an image I can work with to process what it is that keeps this part of me suspended and not anchored. I used to write daily. Journal type entries, such as this, that did help me hear my own wisdom and direction.
Even if it feels foolish to write with no particular point in mind. Even if I get caught in believing that this is just self-absorbed narcissism. Even if every bit of self-contempt that I can unearth and hurl at myself tries to make me back down........I want to continue being this self-absorbed narcissist. It's time to see if I can find some movement and run.
If you think this is drivel............I couldn't agree with you more. I hope I can find the ground. There is a flow that has been plugged. Time for the Gulf to stop flowing and for me to start.
