It's tough to ignore the writer within demanding time to slow down and truly contemplate things, savoring them until they dissolve into some semblance of meaning.
Ideas have been rolling around in my head.
Words are threatening to spill out of me whether I want them to or not.
My mind has gotten too crowded to hold the must-dos and to-dos and need-tos and want-tos and should-dos while these ideas pile up unused.
I not only want to write, I need to.
My head can't handle it when I don't.
And neither can my attention span.
Or, truth be told, my heart.
I could claim that life has kept me too busy or shape some other excuse, but the reality is that words can be powerful, sometimes too much so. Within them can lie some truths we don't want to face, possibilities we don't want to consider, or stories we just aren't ready to revisit. Writing challenges us to look reality square in the eye and examine it boldly. Honestly, it takes guts sometimes, and sometimes I lack them.
I'm challenging myself to get back in the habit of squaring my shoulders, anchoring my feet, and holding my chin high as I look life in the face and consider all it has to offer.
I'm done holding so much in...it's time to open up and free up some space in this head of mine again.
