I have been sitting with empty pages for days now. I have been trying to write but nothing comes out, or rather, the words that come out are not the words for this blog. There’s been too much going on, mostly inside my own head and I haven’t yet reached the end of it all. I have been taking a break, from work, from writing, hoping that the tempest inside will settle and the world will make sense again. I have been trying to meditate, sometimes very unsuccessfully, and I have tried to distract myself, again quite unsuccessfully. I like to think that I am used to change, the kind of dramatic earth-shaking change that resshape everything. Been through quite a few already and the ride gets easier every time…. at least that’s what I tell myself anyway.
I know that once I make peace with my reality, the new change, the new direction or whatever the hell pops out of this period of solitude, inner searching, acceptance… the equilibrium will return and all will be right again in my world. The words will flow on the page and work will be fun again but meanwhile, I am signing off … to take a break and try to enjoy however much of it is left.