Missing in inaction
I hate giving up. I hate giving in. I hate it when a good thing dies because I stopped doing what it took to keep it going. I don’t like being a quitter.
But right now I’m wondering how long I keep trying to make something happen that just isn’t happening. How long do I grit my teeth and hold on out of sheer determination?
I’m losing hours out of my life every day, staring at this screen. I’m not exaggerating. A little “hmm…what shall I write about” is one thing, but I feel like I’m banging my head against a wall. For hours on end. Every day.
It’s not just the blog. It is all things that require creative energy. All the things that require spark.
All the things that need me to be me.
I miss the me that wrote here.