Words Fail Me

It's been a while since I've sat down and written. Some may say that this is a lack of diligence, straying from my craft. Truth be told, ever since graduating and leaving behind the measured and more spread-out life of the student, I've been working really had and, as with everything else, I've committed myself 100% to these work-related endeavours, whether it be waking up at 5am to make it to my cafe job over the summer or putting in my hours of research as an intern.

This time of busy-ness has meant that side projects have fallen to the wayside and that perhaps I am not as 'connected' as I once was. My interior journey, however, has continued nonetheless. Means of expression have continued in different ways. Life, as I knew it, has morphed into a different shape. Hopefully the upcoming holidays will give me some time to step back, gain perspective, and reflect. Maybe I'll try being more connected and plug back in.

This world measures output and I've just tried shying away from it for a moment. Perhaps I think too much, consider too much and go too cautiously into the next step of everything. (I now realize that perhaps I have been away from writing too long, it feels like I am plunging a drain and the words are splashing all over the place). Maybe I am a bit paralyzed by the fact that everything I put out seems to form an image and I am thinking too much, too long term, the 'brand' should be fully formed.

But I'm rambling. To make a long story short, words have failed me. I haven't put them together, they haven't come to mind. And I have been okay with that. I am more a believer that words will come when they must, passion will fall into place, drive will kick into gear.

Let this be a first step (not necessarily in the right direction, but simply a first step in some direction).