I know I’ve been too quiet here on the blog and I won’t list all of reasons why but I do apologize.
I’ve been giving a lot of thought as to why I write and while I was on vacation (one of the reasons I haven’t posted due to technical issues!) I surprised myself by not writing much at all. Usually when I have huge amounts of time I dive in and completely lose myself in writing.
This time I didn’t and I think I’ve figured out why; at least in this instance. Partly because I got to look at all of this:
I write mostly to prioritize my life, to make sense of the world around me and to escape from every day life.
While on this incredibly relaxing vacation I didn’t need to prioritize, make sense of anything or escape from anything. On this vacation I only wanted to be right where I was and I was content with that. A rare feeling for me.
I observed the beautiful world around me and all of the happenings of Nature. I walked and rode my bike. And later in the week, I read for long lengths of time which is another rare luxury.
I was feeling a bit guilty but then just let it go and enjoyed those days.
Have you experienced this? And does it surprise you as much as it surprised me?