Writing has never been something that has come easy to me. Looking back through the diaries I kept as a child and teenager, the entries are sporadic at best. At age nine I documented the results of every test I ever took (yes, I was that much of a nerd), though age ten flew by entirely undocumented. First boyfriend. First kiss. Not even a word about those. Years would pass before I picked the pen back up and began writing again. I think that was part of my motivation to begin this blog. To write. And to write often. I tend to get so caught up in handling the present that there isn't enough time to sit back and reflect on the immediate past. It's worth stopping, sitting, thinking and writing. To write about my day. My photographs. My life.
And days like today? To write about how hard it is to write.
So here's to more days filled with writing. And to more photographs that will speak for me.
