I kept a written record of my life once. I owned a diary. I wrote prose and a little poetry. I started writing in my teens and wrote for a few good years. I was growing up and my life seemed full of possibilities. Then, after a while, all the energy and excitement slowly faded. Without noticing, I kept my writing pen in its case and my journal in its drawer: I never touched them again.
Now, I am somehow compelled to write. The energy is returning, and it is almost like high school all over again. Maybe I've rushed and put off a few things in the past. Maybe I still have some more growing up to do. Whatever it is, it is happening all over again, and it is good to know. It is good to know.