I haven't felt the inspiration to write for a few days now. I'm trying pretty hard not to get frustrated about that. I used to have all the time in the world at work to roll ideas around in my mind and make notes....to think things through. I always felt limited in what I could actually experience though, because of my 40 hour a week desk job in the town that I know like the back of my hand.
A real adventurer can make anything fun and although I'm not sure that I am a real adventurer not yet anyway I have always been the type of person who tries to make the best of everything. I worked with what I had and I felt inspired by life, to start writing. Not only here on my blog but also in journals that are filled with less polished thoughts on the world and the people in it.
Now I have more stimulation and inspiration than I can possibly feast on in a single day and I find myself at a loss for words. Part of me is afraid that I seem boring, dissecting Baltimore and my experiences here may be exciting for me but I'm not sure how interesting those things really are to others. I know that this is my blog and I can write about whatever I want but part of the fun of blogging is that people get a chance to share and relate with others. Lately, a lot of my observations on life and the changes I've made have felt as if they're in a language that only I can understand and I've lost the ability to translate it for others.
I know that everyone goes through phases and writing is not always going to come easily. A world where things always make sense and things are always easy would be boring and pointless. I'm just looking forward to finding my voice again.