Time gets away from you. And in this case, it got away from me.
The other day I found printed out copies of an old diary from 15 years ago. Reading over those entries, I cringed. I literally cringed. I did that forehead crinkling, mouth sneering, shoulders raising, groan. It was not pretty and neither were my writings. But then I realized how much I missed writing and getting everything out there. Yeah, at the time, I was unhappy and that was my outlet. Now, I’m in a pretty good place and really have nothing to complain about. I just miss the act of writing. I miss being that quirky, little expressive self that I was.
Now I’m not promising that this now a declaration of writing all the time. It’s just a statement that I miss my friend, creativity. Maybe we can have a happy little reunion and hash out old issues and reminisce about the old times, have a cocktail or two and just be together again. And now I’m losing my train of thought but I’m sure my point has been made. Maybe.
I hope I don’t lose time again and let this slip away. I hope that I can get that burning desire to write again. It would be good to see what I have to say now.
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