How long has it been? Not nearly a year, more than half and almost a complete lifetime later. It’s been too long. I’ve been away too long and I miss this outlet. I miss the words and the design and the feedback and the sense of relief at putting these thoughts out there for the entire world to see. I miss being me.
I’m not making sense, am I? Don’t be surprised if I never make sense again.
I convinced myself to take a job crafting words for a living. I stay in front of a computer most of the day, shift through piles of information and create beautiful documents that say everything we need to say while implying everything we want to say without taking all day to say it. Or I take three grains of nothing, a puff of air and an idea of what needs to be on paper and mix words together in a way that actually sounds like information, real and important, without losing credibility.
I’m so sick of words. Well, I’m sick of other people’s words. That’s probably why I’ve been away so long. After working with words all day it’s been like I am out of things to say. I haven’t wanted to talk to people in person, on the phone or even over e-mail. I just wanted to veg and do nothing at allâ€¦ at least nothing that required communication.
But I miss this outlet.
Nobody asks me what I think anymore. And, as those of you who read this journal frequently know, I have many opinions I just have to share with the world.
Oh well, I’ll get over it. And, for the moment, I’m back.