It's been a very unproductive day so far... I forgot I had a training this morning (that is 2 hrs of my life i'll never get back). So didn't get much done before hand and having no motivation now to accomplish much. Made a few calls here and there, but nothing significant. I need to find my mojo today!
Started the major clean up of our office this weekend... UGH! We are such packrats. I can't believe the shit we keep. Though I do have to say, we are getting better about parting with stuff. In my quest to find balance and peace in my life, i'm learning to let go of a lot of the material things that i've kept for way too long. It'll be amazing when we finally tackle the basement to see all the crap that is down there!
But anway, I digress. In cleaning the office this weekend, I ran across some of the stories I'd started to write. I also ran across my "cutting" journal from about 3 years ago. I read the entries in there, that was hard- stirred up a lot of emotions for me. Brought back memories of the pain I was going through at the time. I hope to never experience that again. I threw that journal away- no reason to keep it when I have the permanent reminders.
Seeing the stories i'd started made me sad... it made me wonder where my life got off track. When did writing stop being so important to me? Well I do know the answer... it was after the grad school incident. But I didn't think there was anything that would ever be that strong... anything that would ever make me push my passion aside. What the hell is wrong with me?
My creative writing used to be my life... I lived & breathed it and now look at me. I've lost focus of what I want, where I want to go, who I want to be. I let adversity win and it changed who I am, and I don't think that I like it. I AM A WRITER damnit. I've "defined" myself that way since I was 10 years old, since I had my first award winning poem. That can't just be gone, can it?
Focus.