Every time I shake off the apathy and get the courage to write something, I'll admit, I feel a little rejuvenated. It's like a generous glass of water after a journey through the desert. It's this feeling that helps me recognize that, no matter how long of a hiatus I take from writing or how uninspired I may feel, it's still there-- that passion for words. The fire may settle a little and dim, but it never dies.
I am a writer.
Anyway, I'm getting older and, with that, my attitude towards life has shifted. I can't quite grasp what my thoughts were before or when the change happened, but it's a sudden realization that there's only one shot at experiencing everything this world has to offer. And I want to experience so much. Details elude me-- I don't know how I'm going to get from point A to point B when it comes to getting out to get messy and make mistakes, but I intend to trust my instincts to recognize opportunities when they appear.
I suppose, until then, I'll continue to do what I do: play games, discover new music, read (and finish!) a book or two, take a crack at writing more fiction (!). We'll see.
