Writing

I haven‘t written much lately, and I‘ve been contemplating the reasons why. 

The biggest reason revolves around settling in. 

There was a wedding at first. Now there‘s a craft room. A master bedroom relocation, high altitude cooking. Ranch stuff, like moving cattle. Dogsledding. Crocheting. Crocheting is easy for me to pick up and put down. Stuff in a baggie to take with me somewhere. Writing is not so easy.

Time and routine are also factors. 

Writing used to happen in the mornings or late at night. But all the settling in things have kept me from developing a routine that allows for writing. 

Getting up early used to be the norm. Really early. To get things done before I had to go to work. Now, I‘m retired. I get up with Al. We have coffee together. I hit the settling in stuff. 

I miss writing. It‘s been weighing on me recently as I jot things I don‘t want to lose in my journal. 

I miss the creativity. The sharing of ideas. The depth of feeling that can be found. 

Right now, we are traveling from Nashville to Phoenix. Spending a few of our last wintery days in Santa Fe. Sitting in front of the fire. Thinking about the obstacles that I‘ve let get in the way. It‘s time to re-evaluate and start again. 

I‘m retired after all. I shouldn‘t miss something this simple that I enjoy.