It Happened Again

I started 5 blogs.

I deleted them all.

Wait, I just did this a couple of weeks ago.

I can’t write the same blog about deleting blogs.

But all of my blogs are deleted and I just slapped my forehead because I couldn’t come up with anything.

There’s only so long I can sit in a coffee shop searching for inspiration before I simply start to write something, anything.

My mom always asks how I come up with something new every week.

I write a lot about grief and sadness.  But then people think I’m sad and that’s not always the case.  So I don’t want to write about that again either. 

So I’ll write from the heart.  A heart that can’t seem to find the right words again this week.  A heart that is really trying, always trying.  Running into brick walls maybe?  Running to… hope, maybe?  It’s running.  I know that.  I can feel that. 

If it wasn’t running, it wouldn’t have hit delete.  It could have just posted the words already on a page.  But it kept going, kept searching, and then eventually, it just started typing.