Yes, it’s been more than a year since I’ve been here. I can only blame it on…life. I was healing physically, but mentally (emotionally?) I was stuck. I don’t know where I went, but I wasn’t feeling me.

The other day I watched a video on a page I follow where the poster said she had been writing most of her life. She wrote to address traumas she had been through in her life. She said that writing was her self care. I never thought of it that way, but it hit home. Not to say I wrote about trauma. I was just expressing myself.

I love writing. When I was younger, I wrote sad, hopeful poems about my dreams of love. As I got older, I told myself I would write a book one day. I had no clue what it would be about, but I dreamed of doing it.

So, as I was sitting around doing nothing I prayed for guidance. How could I get back to what I loved? Was this truly my purpose? I was writing in my journal every day, but this blog and any other writing I was doing was on hold.

Then, I had a thought. I used to go to the library to read and write. For some reason, the solitude of that space inspired me. I remember going to the library when I was a teenager and spending a day there. It wasn’t always about writing. Reading and finding new books and authors was also fun. I even did my college work study at the library.

Anyway, I went back to a library to find that same solace. As I made it my intention to go there and be productive, I began to find myself again. That, and encouragement from others helped. (Thank you for that.)

The quote attached to this post is on the wall of my office. I started because I love to do this. I have more to say and if I can touch someone in some way with my writing, all the better. This is my dream, my vision. I’ll be back with more.

Have you ever lost your way? What did you do to get back to you?