The magic and mania left me in 2018. My hopes for 2019 are to find a better sense of balance, to work towards a less distracted mind, and to continue to seek out more optimistic humor. These hopes are not only for me. They are also my hopes for everyone around me.
There were times in 2018 when I felt like a mere conduit for someone else’s words. These words came to me spontaneously without effort or editing. It was as if I was tapping into an external creative flow. My hopes for 2019 are to find a creative flow that feels like my own. I also hope to find the patience and determination to work at finding the right words to better express my thoughts.
My heart is still looking for the right story to tell. My hope is that I will find it this year.
Update– Today is June 24, 2024. I wanted to delete this post but decided it accurately represented my feelings at that time. However, my life has changed, and I have changed since I wrote the words above. Sometimes, I still enjoy writing, though it is usually done to record something in my life I want to record. I am beginning to read again over the past month or so. I went through a dry spell where I did not feel like reading any book. I would scan over the news and read here and there. I have been making significant progress in my personal life, and I am moving past a very strange time that started around the time of my parent’s death. Time can heal our souls if we remain open to new things. Things do have a tendency to cycle back, so I am not ruling anything out at this point.
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