05 September, 2015

"All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway

Oh hello, you.

I have missed this feeling. Sat at my laptop (we've progressed from typewriters in earnest) absorbed in a world of words and wonders, the buzz of articulating what I don’t even know I'm thinking until my hands have typed it for me. I have missed this so much.

It is over a year since I put my blogging and, as it turned out, my writing on hold. At the time it was the 'right' thing to do, to take a breather, and reflect on life privately for a bit. Unexpectedly, that privacy allowed me to discover some pretty big things about myself, my life, where I was headed, and what I wanted from my time in this big old world. A lot has happened since that day 1 year ago, when I cried as I typed my “final” blog post, and in many ways I regret that I’ve not documented that journey, as it has been one of the most pivotal years of my life so far.

As I’ve started to come out the other side of it all, and feel my feet back on the ground, the resounding thought in my head has been to write again, and more specifically to blog again. Over time it has become less a thought, and more a deep yearning, a craving.

I recently stumbled across an old blog post in which I write:
"There is nothing that brings you more independence and confidence than having something of your own. A sport, an art, an interest. Finding something which not only helps you express yourself but gives you a haven away from everything and everyone – that is priceless and you’ll need it. The 20s are a rocky, rocky time, and you need an anchor."

My "thing" has always been my writing. It's a haven, meditation, therapy, self-expression, a creative outlet - it's basically what I need to do, it's my home, and it's where I need to go to help me not lose my sh*t. So, here we are again.

It's a bit scary. I stopped blogging once in part because I felt vulnerable being that exposed, and it’s taken me a long time to get to a point I feel comfortable sharing my world again. I had wanted to plan exactly what I was going to write about, a theme or topic that would mean I’m not relying on sharing myself quite so openly, but I’ve not been able to reach a conclusion as to what that might be. And actually, that’s because writing has never been about that for me. It’s been about feeling my way through life, sharing snippets of my world, finding answers in my own words and learning from my own experiences. You can’t plan that, can you?

I don’t know what’s in store for my revived blogging life, except that in an absolutely maverick move, I have changed the font


These guys though.

"I can shake off everything as I write." - Anne Frank

"All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know." - Ernest Hemingway

"I love writing, I love the swirl and swing of the words as they tangle with human emotions." - James Michener

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." - Maya Angelou

"Write drunk, edit soba" - Ernest Hemingway


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