I have always loved writing and it has always come easy to me. Whether or not I am any good at it is not for me to decide, but people in my life have complimented and encouraged my passion. And believe me when I say they would have no problem telling me to step away from the keyboard if they thought otherwise.
Since my return to blogging, I have found writing about the more serious topics more difficult and a struggle than before.I know exactly what I want to say but as I write, it comes out wrong, and I end up deleting things and struggling to make sense of it all.
As I write this, quite easily and without planning, I hear what I just said: I know what I want to say (do), it comes out wrong, I start over, it’s a struggle.
Maybe it’s a coincidence, but if so, it is a mighty big one. This process of writing about the most personal of things mirrors how I have been going through my life since I became visually challenged.
Sometimes I struggle and have to stop and walk away. I may think about it, I may not. I may move on to something else. On good days, I return to it and finish it, struggling again or being so annoyed about the whole damn thing that I finish it like the maniac I am.
On bad days, I walk away and don’t go back.
Today is a good day.
The End.
