I have gotten away from my daily blog and writing in general. My book-to-be still sits in pending mode waiting patiently (or not so patiently) to be completed in full. I miss writing and the way words came into being easily and effortlessly.
Writing had become my friend, inspiration, and hope of better things to come.
Summer vacation will be here in a few weeks and I can NOT wait! Last summer marked the onset of my creative journey and the start of my new book before the sudden halt caused by nothing more than the daily grind. I have a lot of stock built into this vacation. I am trusting or madly hoping that my book is complete and my writing will just flow with abandon. I so enjoyed that time. . .and miss it.
That was a time when I was working towards something. I need to be working towards something. I realize this. I am bored, unmotivated, and discouraged when there is not a carrot dangling in front of me. I realize that I do not know how to just be and enjoy the present. I always need to be working towards something otherwise I feel incomplete, dissatisfied, and unsettled. Why? Does everyone think this way? I see those folks that just live in the moment, soaking up the day. Is that the ultimate nirvana? Can I get there? Or, do I even want to?
Maybe why this song is resonating with me this week: watch?v=ZhmuGUaf2aY .