It’s funny to think about how many times I have told myself that I should go back to my writing. So many times…it has been months. Eight months! Amazing how time passes by… There is no reason to ‘think’ about writing or waiting for the perfect time or moment. I just need to jump back in…so here I am again!

I’m in my beloved sunroom. The place I remodeled last year where I spent most of my time when I’m not working. It is my relaxation space, my tv-watching space, my napping place, my ‘catching up’ with reading and email space, my talking on the phone place. It was also supposed to be my writing place, but that took a backseat to everything else.

Even though I have not been writing here, my head has been full of ideas. I have been ‘writing’ in my mind. I wish my mind would have recorded all the internal conversations and reflections that I have done for the last eight months. Every single time I would think about a subject that I wanted to share, I told myself that I needed to go back to writing…but it didn’t happen. Life took over my writing. My daily life suddenly began to fill with other things – nothing special, just daily things that I somehow allowed to take over.

And suddenly today I wake up and find myself writing again. It is such a relief and such a joy to be back. No reason to explain the hows and whys of my writing absence. Unfortunately, my many thoughtful reflections of life during the last eight months were never recorded and will not be remembered today. But there is no time for regrets. I’m just going to jump in and do it again!

Eventually, your life purpose returns. It might have been dormant, but not forgotten. I’m back!