A little rusty.

It’s been three-ish months since I posted on the blog. Prior to this post, I typed out three meandering ones which are now saved in drafts. None of them publishable. None of them making much sense.

I’m rusty. It’s been a while since I tried to write. To take thoughts from my head and put them on paper.

My rusty writings touched on things like community, inevitability, belonging, defining what something is for, doing something for yourself. These are big messy topics that people may spend their whole lives on. It’s hard to boil them down into a few paragraphs. Yet, that’s what I love about this space. Trying to do something hard in a way other people might relate to.

In fact that’s part of what I miss about this space when I step away. Writing about something I’ve been pondering and finding other people have thought about that too.

Connection.

If I were my own best friend, I would encourage myself to return to the things I love, even if they’re rusty and awkward. Because maybe one of you out there has been wanting to return to something you love. Listening to that quiet voice, somewhere inside, telling you to paint. To sing. To cook. To garden. To write a book. To dance. Permission granted: do the thing you long to do. Somewhere in the margins of your life there is time.

Return to that thing that may not (most likely will not) earn you any money or bring you any fame. That thing that will gently fill your bucket up a little. Will keep you afloat or lighten your load. Will bring you a smile when you think about it during the hard times. Because right now, there are a lot of hard times, and sometimes you just need something that is pure light. Simply for the goodness of the light. So, as I already wrote, return to the things you love. Simply because you love them.