Every time that I try to write on my blog, I get this mental block. My fingers feel heavy and my brain is sleepy and foggy as I type this.
I have an idea of something to write about, and then when I sit down to write, it's gone. I'm not sure what that means. I have been writing more like I said I would in my last post, just not on here.
The changing seasons always confuse me a bit. I'm not even sure what this season is that I'm in right now. Obviously, it's getting toward winter outside, but inside me, I don't know.
Last year, I had this word of waiting, and anticipation, and expectation swirling around. And then the beginning of this year, I was focusing on gratitude. But right now?? I don't feel like I have any words. At least none for this space.
But you never know, that could change tomorrow. Starting again is always the hardest part for me.