Fresh Start
(AKA Why are the things that are good for you so hard?) The other day, Michael and I were taking a walk around his neighborhood, and somehow we started talking about writing. From the very beginning he's always been really supportive of my wanting to be a writer, even though he has no particular idea if I'd be any good at it. I don't really have any idea if I'd be good at it - and that is the issue. I move in and out of writing moods - three or four years ago, I was writing several times a week. A thought would come into my head, and I'd want to get it out on paper. Now that rarely happens, or if it does, I never follow through. It's like eating right, or exercising, or making the really cool whatever that I saw on Pinterest - things that take effort and time never seem to get done, even when I know I'd be happy I did it after the fact. I would love to be a writer. I'd love to be able to play the guitar. But instead I spend a lot of my time outside of...