key
Writing is a key process for me. There are things about myself that I cannot even begin to understand when I don't write. I didn't want to write because I was too busy being happy, which was then followed by my not wanting to write because I was too sad. Both said emotions were interlaced with a profound sense of busyness and an inability to find the time to do anything for myself given all the changes that I've made in my life over the past two years.
I'm about to take some of those proverbial fresh starts in my life. In fact, a few of them have already begun. This doesn't mean that I believe that I'll finally get what it is that I've been looking for. What I've been looking for has clearly been a moving target and I can't in all honesty even tell you what it is that I'm looking for anymore. I do believe, however, that I might soon be back in touch with some set of aspirations that I'm confident enough to pursue, even if those aspirations refuse to remain static, all things being impermanent anyway.