The amazing thing about a blog is that by reading what someone posts, you get a sense to what they are going through. Not only in their current life, but what their mind is focused on specifically. I have, of late, found it difficult to post on here. Although this is about my personal journey in writing, I don’t want it to be a journal of my personal life in general. There are several times that I have opened the screen to post something, just for the sake of keeping my blog alive, but have found it difficult to find anything worthy of writing about.
The truth is, I have been facing a lot of personal issues that have quite literally put a stop to my writing altogether. I reached a point where my problems became bigger than my will and need to write. I began focusing on solutions that could cure my problems, but instead, only created even more in the process. I completely forgot the one reason why I began writing in the first place.
I write for one reason, and one reason only. It is my voice in this world. It is where I open up and share the gift I was endowed with. I’ve spent most of my life looking for that specific outlet that allowed me to be exactly who I am, and yet, old habits, full of failure, threatened to silence me once again.
The truth of the matter is, life is a journey, full of multiple paths to take, but there is only one right path for each and everyone of us. That doesn’t mean that life in general is going to make it easy for you to follow that path. You will find that there are times when you will face obstacles that will make your path appear to be closed off to you entirely. But there is a very specific reason for that, as I have discovered.
Writing is important to me. It has always been. But I have not allowed it to become vital to me in the sense that it is anything more than a hobby that needs to be pushed aside when things grow difficult in all the other areas in my life. I have allowed it to become that friend that I contact only when I find time for it, rather than making time for that friend so they know how important they are to me. I need to make writing an important aspect of my life that determines what I can and cannot do. Afterall, that is what we do with the things that are important to us. Our family, our jobs, our needs, all determine how we live. Just because it is something I love and makes me happy and content, doesn’t mean I can take advantage of it.
A while ago I wrote a post asking how other writers balance their life so that they can make time to write. I believe I have learned a vital lesson in this. It all begins with your own perspective. If you don’t make what you love important to you, no matter what it is, life will take it away.