I’ve been in such a writing funk lately, and I just can’t even. Really.
I’ve been trying to think of more words to say, another way to finish that sentence, but I can’t.
It’s not that I don’t have things to write about. There’s lots on my heart lately. I just don’t even have the words. The actual words.
Which might make you think something terrible is going on, like a death or illness or divorce.
But nothing terrible is going on.
Life is regular. Crazy, chaotic, full, but regular.
And writing? Well, I just can’t even.
I want to write about how Jude screamed the whole way home from Nashville. (Fun…)
Or about how Gabe played his first trumpet solo and also got a truancy letter. (Ack…in error, but ack!)
Or about how I turned 38. (Double ack!)
Or about my newfound love of bullet journaling. (Not about guns…)
Or about how Tahd and I have been married for 16 years. (Swoon!)
Or about how we’re thinking of making some big changes for our family in the upcoming year. (Deep breaths)
But I just can’t even right now.
So I guess this is just a hi.
And I’d love any vibes to get me out of this non-writing funk, because the inside of my spirit is a much more settled place when I do!