Why Don’t I Write More?

Journal

Aug 20

Here we are. August 2024. Aboard Yahara.

I’m eating a bowl of Mint Chip Ice cream, topped with Island blackberries, that I picked after a run at our last anchorage.

You might be asking yourself… hmm would that taste good? And I’m here to tell you… no, not really. Haha! But it’s what we’ve got, so here we are.

This summer has been absolutely incredible.
Like… SO. DAMN. GOOD.

I would love to have this blog post be a complete recap of the summer and all the cool places we went, but I don’t have the energy. So, I’m keeping this post short and manageable.

I want to write more SO badly, but I can’t put my finger on what's in my way.
Do you ever experience things like that? There’s something you LOVE doing, but why aren’t you doing it?

It’s easy to say, “I don’t have the time’ but… what about 5 minutes? I absolutely have 5 minutes a day for writing.

I suppose it’s just a habit. And habits are like muscles. I just have to build it.

Writing seems extra important to me because I have a horrible memory.

It’s, in part, why I take so. many. pictures. I will forget otherwise.

Memory problems make life really interesting. You constantly get to experience things for the first time.

If you know me in person, you could probably use the word ‘excitable’ to describe me. My teachers in school used to. And part of that is because I’m experiencing things for the first time, all the time…. You’d be excited too.

I’m going to abruptly end this blog post. And it’s going to be ok. I am getting in the habit of writing. Progress over perfection, here.

Cheers to living your most joyful life!