It’s been a minute since I’ve been “home”, i.e. in my writer’s chair. Blogging became a very low priority in the midst of trying to graduate from Seminary (which I did on May 10, 2014 with a Master of Arts in Old Testament Biblical Literature! Yes, that was an utterly shameless plug. And, YES, feel free to applaud!! LOL). What’s sad though, is that once I achieved that goal, climbed to the top of that mountain, grasped that crown…..yeah – you get the idea…I all of a sudden began to feel like I had NOTHING to say. Like, nothing, zilch, nada.
In this culture where any and everybody has something to say about any and everything – I had nothin’. But I came to the realization that in the midst of priorities, I simply forgot why I write. Not to be deep or pump my fist at any system…just because I get pure unadulterated joy when a pencil hits paper or when my fingers hit a keyboard.
It’s not about having anything to “say”, it’s about saying what I have. Sometimes I’ll have a rambling love letter written to no one in particular, sometimes I’ll have a dissection of something that struck a cord in me…regardless to what, it’ll simply be whatever I have. And that’s always something to say.
No one will ever know you have a voice if you never speak, and one word can say a multitude of things.