I feel like there is so much life happening that I forget about things that make me happy; like writing. It isn't just this blog but it's the fact that I have a Word document pulled up with about thirty pages and they are all filled with my pure imagination and there are printed out pages with character names and descriptions.
It actually feels a little terrifying because I have not written something so unique, besides mid-term papers, in so long. I feel like I have lost this huge creative vocabulary I used to have and now it almost hurts to recover it all.
Long story short, writing for enjoyment is what has uncovered the excitement I have been missing. I always fear that I will choose it over my school work, but honestly, I know myself well enough to know I would never let myself fall behind in school. I feel like I want to run to the mountains or to a beach and work on my novel until it is done and perfected.
It feels pretty awesome that I can just suddenly start writing again and overnight have thirty plus pages written, like picking up a conversation with an old friend. It just feels right.
Right now I am praying that a vacation in December does not fall through. The beach under my feet is exactly what my soul needs, it needs new sights and sounds and smells. It craves it. I know the Lord will provide me rest but I hope it is in a hotel room by the beach.
