Life

I have been thinking lately about where my life has taken me. Although there many directions that i could have taken, sometimes I wonder about the decisions I have made, or lack there of. I remember when writing was something that I was passionate about. All it took was a few minutes of reflection, pen and paper, and I was able to come up with whatever tickled my fancy. Poetry was top priority but so was writing a book. There are so many story ideas that I had started but never finished. It just feels as if whatever it was that inspired me dried up.

I don't want to call it writer's block because its more than that. Now I sit there and wait for the words to come to me and once they do, its difficult for me to put them on paper. I get so frustrated sometimes because I can't remember any of my thought process that led me to want to write it down in the first place. I know that we all have to change and progress in our lives, but just in this, I wish that I can go back. Go back to where I used to be, to be able too be the person that I used to be. Ugh! Sometimes wishing is all that we have left, but at this point, i don't know if this is who I want to be.