Enough

We got back from the trip to the States about three weeks ago. “How was the trip?” people asked me, and I said “Good! The trip was good.” The trip was good, and being home is good, and it’s all good.

I’ve been trying to write about it for about two weeks–one of the old-style picture heavy trip posts I used to write, four or five years ago–and I can’t get it up, man. I can’t care. I want to think about things but I don’t want to write about them. Or not here. Or not now. Maybe not ever?

So I’m not going to. I am not going to make myself write if I don’t want to write. (I do, I want to write, but not like this). I went on a trip, and I’m home now. I used to want to write here, and now I don’t.

Thank you for reading, those of you who did. You made my world bigger and more thoughtful, for a long time.

7 comments

  1. I’ve been a reader of yours since your Diary X days.
    Thanks for all your words.

  2. Diary-X reader here, too–and I also thank you.

  3. It’s okay, love. You write where you need to, when you need to, and we’ll read if you want to share it. Thank you.

  4. I’ll miss your writing. Take care.

  5. As someone who’s been blogging for 11 years (many less than you), I know what it’s like to walk away.

    And then to come back.

    Because the thing is, Facebook and Twitter just don’t cut it. Inside us the writer’s voice burns. The flame will never be extinguished.

    I’ll be waiting for what you’re next writing. Because you will — you have to — you must.

  6. Hello my friend. I get it. Sometimes you just need a break and it seems best not to force it. If you end up wanting to write for-and-with people again, I am confident that you’ll find us.

  7. Also have been reading since your Diary X days. Will miss seeing even the semi-regular posts from you. Hope you come back to update at least once in a while.