the battle continues
I want to write. But wanting to write and actually writing are two entirely different things.
Wanting to X and doing X are always different. In reality, wanting something is incredibly easy. Making that thing a reality is oftentimes incredibly difficult.
There are a myriad of reasons why I don't write every day. I . . .
Words have not come easily of late.
Life has become cluttered and hectic, diverting attention.
Crises have come and gone, stealing time and energy.
Busyness has crept in, establishing a beachhead that it will not concede.
Though my soul has burned to write,
Though my hands have ached to pick up a pen,
Though . . .