I haven’t been writing much lately. I know you’ve noticed, as you all are the ones who read my occasional drivel. Sometimes the words just flow, and other times I feel like they are all stuck up in my heart. Try as they might, they can’t find their way out.
Last night Libby woke up in the middle of the night screaming and crying. I never did get to the bottom of what was the matter, she was a tad delirious. But I understood her heart. She was upset and didn’t know why, she just knew something wasn’t right.
That is how I have been feeling lately. I feel like something is missing, I am lonely for someone but I don’t know who. I am emotionally constipated and don’t know what the remedy for that is. I am lonely for my family, for my home, for all that I once knew. In the same breath though, this is becoming home and I am learning to love it here.
I know not writing doesn’t help. Combined with running, it is what keeps me sane. I haven’t been doing either of those things lately and I can feel it. I have put myself on the back burner again and need to make myself a priority.