Grounding and connecting.

I have been trying to find time to write in the past week, not just here on the blog, but otherwise – and I’ve come back to the hard reality: finding time to write, and making time to write are two different things with wildly divergent outcomes. No matter how busy I am, when I make time to write it happens every day, often more than once. When I look for time to write, I’m lucky if I get “inspired” enough to be motivated a couple times per week.

Now, granted, it’s been a busy month and that’s all well and good – but I miss writing here and elsewhere – there’s something in having one writing project or another in the hopper that gives me a tad more grounding. And the blog gives me a sense of connectedness to others – both intimates and strangers – a sharing of stories between those of us who write our lives in public. So with three weeks of barely anything said, I’m starting to notice where the seams are wearing a bit thin.

Likewise, my body made me painfully aware last week that skipping workouts for ten days was not on. The thing I suspect is arthritis came back in my toes (pain that I started having last spring which prompted my renewed fitness commitment), and my overall resilience and energy had sunk to new all-time lows. A single workout later and I felt immediately better, and I’ve been to the gym almost every day this week as a result.

With the fitness back into my daily schedule, the writing must follow. Busy, yes. But a commitment to myself is one I know I should keep. No matter the schedule. No matter the circumstances.

This is really just a post to say, yes I’m still here and feeling quite a lot better. And yes, I’m coming back to share my stories and thoughts here.