Dang. Has it really been three-and-a-half years since I last updated this blog? (Yes. Well, slightly longer. Whatever.) I think there was a point where writing felt forced, and that’s not something I wanted. So I just stopped.
Now I’m back? I’m not sure. I’m going to give this a try again, because I missed it.
Long story short: Writing became less of something I loved to do and more like something I felt I had to do. So I stopped. But over the past few years, I’ve been rediscovering writing in a way that works for me. First, as correspondence. Exactly three years ago, to the day, I signed up for Postcrossing, rediscovered my love of snail mail, and found a community of people who are the same. I’ve since made many good friends as a result — friends who speak my love language. I also began writing incarcerated individuals, which was something I’d long thought about doing. In the process, I connected with many people, became a hardcore abolitionist (formerly I was abolition-curious), and met one of the most important people in my life. And then I got back into poetry, which has slowly been a gateway back into creative non-fiction writing. So here I am, ready to try writing about my life again, though I have to admit, most of my writing these days is analog.
I’m not sure what I’ll do with this space but I’m trying to be better about writing here, but without the pressure of forcing myself. So let’s see what happens.