My best friend, Katie, has been pushing me to start blogging again for what seems like forever. It’s something that I loved doing for a long time. But you know how sometimes you change, and your life circumstances change? Well, shifts like this affect writing. And I’ve been in a two-year funk that I wasn’t sure how to snap out of.
This week, Katie started her first year at college, and after spending the last three months in Russia, I went up to visit her. It was a “reunited and it feels so good..” sort of moment, since whenever I’m in Russia, I miss my friend terribly. We stayed up late into the night catching up (as we do after every trip) on everything that had happened to us this summer, and after we were all talked out, and it grew quiet in her college dorm room, she asked, “Why don’t you write anymore?”
In this honest, raw moment with my dearest friend, whom I often trust more than I trust myself .. I did not know what to say. I did miss writing, but when you stop, it can be so hard to start again.
She made me admit something that I never admitted to myself, let alone accepted that it was the truth.
“I don’t know, Katie…I just don’t want to…fail.”
She made me promise that I would start writing again. So here I am, typing up my first blog post in almost two years with the prime-time Emmy’s playing on the TV in the background.
I’m writing again, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Reunited and it feels so good…”
With all my love,