I love to write. I enjoy putting emotion to paper. It is cathartic for me I think. Still, there are times that writing just seems too difficult. Days turn to weeks, weeks to months and before I realize it I have so much built up inside, I no longer know how I feel, let alone how to put it down on paper.
I have been tapped out recently. Between the anxiety of having kids home all summer and working my nerves have been shot. Running has been a great release. The quiet space. The endorphin rush. The fresh air. It makes a space in my head that I can't get otherwise.
Why do we need that space? I guess why do I need that space. I never thought of myself as an introvert. I have come to decide that I'm an extroverted introvert. I enjoy people and conversation, but I need alone and quiet to recharge. I am drained by large crowds. Quiet conversations or reading a book are my recharge places.
I used to get a recharge by writing. Maybe I should go back to that. Who knows, maybe it will be another 17 months before I have anything more to say.