I haven’t written on my blog for over a month. I haven’t had the time. Or made the time. I’m not sure which. I was too busy. Too tired. Preferred to go out to dinner with friends or watch a movie than to sit down and write about the things I was going through. I made notes, of course. Scribbled things down, started some stories, filled my blog with rough drafts. But nothing was ever finished.
Then yesterday it occurred to me that perhaps that is why I am feeling so out of sorts. Writing has been my way of sorting through my thoughts and feelings. Of understanding them. And coping with them. And so I decide to make the time right NOW! And I sat down on the couch and started to read through my notes and drafts and finally write down the stories I never finished.
Time flew by. It was already 2.30 am. I have to get up early and go to work the next morning, but that doesn’t matter to me any more. The urge to write is back and feels like the urge to breath. I NEED to do this. I don’t finish till 4 am, telling myself I will post what I wrote on my blog tomorrow.
Then this morning, after less than five hours of sleep, I awoke before the alarm clock went off, feeling more refreshed and rested than I have in weeks. It was a short night, but it was also my first night of uninterrupted sleep in a very long time. This is why I must remember to keep writing, because it is the only way I know to banish my demons.