"Mens sana in corpore sano."
I don’t write as much as I used to. I find it hard, these days, to write consistently. My flow is off, my thoughts scattered…
As usual, there are so many things I want to pick up right where I left off. Doing so with anything at this point is an impossibility. Even though I’ve accepted this a long time ago, being who I am, it’s still hard. I’m still the same person. I still see myself the same. I’m used to being good to great at a lot of things, which I guess could make me seem a master in an area but I never really have been, just really good and I am a fast learner.
My inability to just pick up leaves me with the constant noise and echoes of many little voices, all me, pulling me in many directions. I need to find my quiet place again. I sometimes look for distractions to drown it all out but truthfully, the things I really want to do require some quiet… even writing.
I suppose I could just spill all of my thoughts. The problem is, I can say something but it has to make sense to me or I’ll never get it out. You know when you’re trying to say something to someone but get lost in your words, you know what you’re saying but they don’t? Yeah, that doesn’t work the same when you’re the person you’re trying to explain to. Like not taking your own advice. Yeah, I guess that analogy works better.