A Response at Thirty-One
“I want to write again”, I think to myself, as I open up write.as for the first time since February. I scroll through the most recent posts, stopping to click and read any that grab my attention. Finally, I read through one in particular that links me to a blank write.as page...
Write about it.
There is too much. Where do I even begin? Maybe that's the point, maybe that's the process and I need to embrace it. One day at a time, one meaningful or completely random entry at a time... one thought, one memory at a time.
Why now? Does this come with aging? Is this even the appropriate space to attempt unpacking my life?
Thank you for the push.
Side note, I still haven't figured out how to add a proper bold title on this website.