For the first time in almost 3 years I have started writing again. Not just 140 character witticisms, brain sparks, or inspiration, but the kind of writing that actually makes sense to me. That inspires me to do things. That expresses what I am actually thinking. It still feels a little foreign mostly because while the words are the same, the process is one that is wholly unfamiliar. Before, I would write with pens on paper. It is honestly still the purest form of expression that I know. But now, I have found that my fingers on a keyboard can keep up with my brain in ways that a pen just cant do anymore. I am trying to figure out what to do with that. It might mean that this little blog of mine becomes much more reflective. (for some reason I feel the need to justify that, which is dumb, but true.) Right now, it just means that I have added more .txt files in my dropbox folder simply labeled “Writing” in the past 48 hours than I have in the past 3 years. I’m not sure, but I am figuring it out, and it feels okay.