I have been wanting to write a post all week but something has got in the way. I have topics I want to write about. I’ve even had the time to write. But, for some strange reason, something is stopping me.
Even now, as I start to type, I am fighting the feeling that is trying to get me to stop. It’s hard.
I remember how easily the words came when I first began to blog. They flowed from me in pages and the only way I needed to push myself was by pressing publish. But now they stammer and stall.
I can still feel them there, hear them form. I long to set them free but something still seems to stop me. I’m so unsure.
So I force them out. Clumsy and ill-crafted they take their shape on the page until I find myself here. Far from happy with these words but here all the same. Here and hoping that this is not the end.