Hey, thanks for stopping by!

So true. I have the same sense about periodically exhausting my own need for writing or introspection. Maybe it is just the ebb and flow of the muse? Or some psychological processing – absorbing things and then releasing them?

There’s also something about the process of studying something formally that can steal the joy or maybe prana out of an avocation….I think it took me a while after finishing my doctorate just to be able to walk in the woods and not feel…something unfortunate (guilt? pressure to be smart? frustration? something head-y) about the trees and insects and sunlight that used to just make me feel HAPPY and curious.

It’s interesting the way that enthusiasms surge, diminish, and rewrite themselves over time.

I started writing again recently, but have found that formally studying it changed things. I used to write for the sheer joy that came with being lost in my thoughts, i.e. creating, because writing was always my most natural art form. But I’ve realized that perhaps because of that, I was at the same time writing to prove something, or obtain something unknown, for an audience I guess. I gave up art, which was complicated, but to this day I’m left wondering whether, regardless of my intellectual rationale for that, I stopped writing because I wore myself out of the personal need to reflect at that time (since I don’t believe anyone writes without in a sense writing themself), or whether I stopped caring about my audience, and thus that essential ingredient was gone.

Regardless, I find your writing is very calming, and clear – reassuring, which is a great thing for writing to be