Yup, I gave up. I’ll be the first to admit it. I started on a writing journey that went absolutely nowhere because I allowed excuse after excuse to get in the way. And here I am, almost 2 years after starting this writing experiment and I have nothing to show for it. Why? Because I let the trials and tribulations of being a thirty something get in the way. Be it my job, house or even vacation – I pushed something I love to do aside because I said didn’t have time to do it. Although, upon deep reflection, binge watching old episodes of the West Wing could have been placed on hold for a few minutes while I jotted some thoughts down on paper.
So, here I am, starting all over again. I can’t promise that I won’t slip again, but I can promise that I’ll try not to let it happen, or at least not let 2 friggin years go by without saying a word. Sure, life gets in the way. Bosses, unexpected hospital visits and too many emails to answer later and I looked back at the last 2 years wondering what I actually did with my time that was so important that I couldn’t do this.
So here it is. I’m going to try this again, starting…now.