Come What May

My words don’t come easily here anymore. This place has been my safe haven for over 9 years. And yet. 

I cringe whenever I see the app on my phone. I hate the nagging feeling that I need to come write. I feel guilty when I’m on my computer killing time and writing is the last thing I want to do. But still. 

I don’t want to be finished. Or maybe it’s that I know I’m not finished. This season is one of few words but hopefully they’ll show back up. 

I’m trying to honor when I don’t feel like writing. But it’s an outlet for me and I think that letting it get all plugged up is less than helpful. Writing is a big part of how I process things and gosh do I have things I need to process. 

Here’s to tomorrow, come what may. 


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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