I used to love to write..

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I used to love to write, but lately I’ve found myself lost for words. Once upon a time, I journaled every day, I had secret blogs, and I even wrote a few novels. I wanted to be an author… so what happened? I’m not sure. Just typing this is a struggle for me.

I have no proof of this. I lost everything from my childhood, and I didn’t know anything about having digital archives. I would do ANYTHING to have my childhood computer back.

See, at this very moment, I’m thinking yep, that’s about all I have to say, good enough. Maybe if I keep showing up a little at a time, I can get back to my roots.

I remember the feeling. The quiet pull to the page. The way I could craft an entire world in my head, then see it come to life as words on the screen.

You don’t lose something like that.

Not really.

It just gets buried.

Maybe that’s what this is. Not a big comeback. Not some grand rediscovery. Just a small excavation. One sentence at a time. A willingness to sit in discomfort and not having the perfect words, and writing anyways.

Maybe that’s enough for me.

Tayler.