Lately it has been a challenge to write.
It used to be so easy.
Regularly found their way to the surface of my life.
Helping me better understand what I was thinking.
Not so now.
Now I feel like I have been marking time.
But not quite sure what I am waiting for.
The waiting is not some dark night of the soul.
Rather, I think it is some type of discernment.
Figuring out who I am at this age and stage of my life.
Other times not
For my spirit to burn like it did before.
This is it.
Now is the time.
Maybe that spirit burning will never happen again like it did before.
Maybe there is a new way for me to be which I have yet to discover.
If so, will I learn to be okay with that?
I don’t know.
What I know today is I miss it.