Sometimes I miss writing, but only sometimes.
I understand why I did it for so long and why I was so involved with it. I never thought of myself as a writer or someone who wanted to write, but I did dedicate a lot of time to writing and thinking about what to write. It kept me busy and it made me feel interesting. It was a way to vent and to share my experiences even though they don't mean anything to anyone but me. But sometimes it's nice to get the word out there. Sometimes I felt witty and smart for coming up with such a "good" post, but that's just it, I wasn't trying to challenge myself, I just felt better when they came out "right," and it got to the point where it was stupid focusing on something like that. But it was a distraction, and some distractions are better than others. I was thinking and when I wrote I think I had more memories, or at least I "treasured" things a little more or appreciated things. This whole time I've spent not writing has flown by and I don't know if it's because my life "settled" or because I'm not taking the time to appreciate the little things and find meaning and purpose in my daily life like I did before. Truth is, I might miss writing sometimes, but not enough to actually come back. Because I don't really miss the writing, I just miss the memories.
