Lately, every time I sit down to write a blog post, nothing makes enough sense to put it into words. Or maybe it all makes perfect sense and I just think too much. I’m not sure.
I always want to be writing, but I have no words; I only recently started to understand that maybe that’s okay.
My life is full of so many emotions and ideas and experiences right now and I understand none of it.
One of the main reasons I use writing–and one of the main reasons I started blogging–is to makes sense of it all. To process and better understand this crazy, complicated, confusing life.
However, I’ve been realizing more and more lately that maybe it doesn’t have to make sense.
Maybe I should just let it happen and see what happens and enjoy the ride.
I’m not done blogging and I’m certainly not done writing.
There is just no room for pondering why right now.
I just want to live instead.