I've been writing more than ever as of late. You'd never believe it with the absence of posts here, would you?
I've come to realize that there are points in which some things are better left unread by others, at least for a time being. A season where it's ideal to pull into yourself and focus on the inside rather than the out for awhile. I've been there for a good year now and while there's been terrible, not-so-good parts, there's been some really amazing parts too.
I'm pretty proud of myself, if I may say so.
I've stepped outside of my box, made new friends, and reached out to people that I normally would not in hopes of making even more. I've come to realize that life is too short to wait another day and the fact that we've been overwhelmed in grief lately seems to only attest to that fact.
So, I've wrote. I've wrote about life and love and my hopes and dreams...and stories. I'm writing and I feel free because of it. It's amazing what words can do for one's spirit, especially when the words tuck themselves so deep inside of your soul and you just need to let them out for a time.
Maybe one day these mess of words will be something I consider a masterpiece.