It’s been a minute. Well, more like a couple of months. Okay, almost five months. It’s been a while.
Over the past few months, I got caught up in a few things that seem to eat away any free time. I also found myself facing burnout with writing and burnout with everything in general. The place I moved into this summer has taken much of my attention and most of my time. Work has as well. I have never felt this burnt out in a while. But despite all these things, I’ve been trying to reconnect to what made me fall in love with writing.
I’m jumping on a new year’s resolution a month early. I will jump back into my writing, reconnect to why I fell in love with it, to begin with, and try to come back stronger than before.
Why now? Why does that sound familiar? Because I often find myself in this vicious cycle of giving up things, getting angry, beating myself up over them, sulking around, and then starting anew. In particular with writing, since the beginning of 2021, I have felt this disconnect with writing overall. Everything felt forced. It didn’t bring me the same joy that it used it. It wasn’t until a couple of months ago that I could identify and articulate the actual disconnect that took away my joy from writing.
With December approaching, I’m jumping on a New Year’s Resolution one month early and trying to identify and set some goals with writing. So I’m back from my many months’ break and ready to get back at it again.