Falling Back in Love with Writing

Writing and I recently hit a  rough patch. Our break-up story was typical. I got busier and busier. In retaliation, Writing became its difficult self. We stopped spending time together. I didn’t feel like dealing with the issues Writing was giving me, and it didn’t feel like making anything easy on me. Pretty soon, spending any serious time with Writing  became too frustrating. It was like being with a brick wall.

The quickie bursts of time were just not working. We had no real intimacy. We weren’t working through any issues, just spending surface time together.Writing had blocked me out, and I was just about done with it too.

But I didn’t want to break up with Writing. We had such good times together. Writing had shown me so much about myself and God.  I still loved Writing. It just didn’t seem to fit into my new, busier life.

I hoped a little more time together would help. Writing grudgingly agreed. It was feeling neglected and hurtful. I felt like we’d both changed too much. This wasn’t going to be easy.

So this week, we spent lots and lots of time together. At first it was awkward and uncomfortable. Writing was still being elusive; I was still distracted. But after many hours, we both started to relax.

Writing loved how I was finally opening up, paying attention to it, and blocking out all the other distractions. I loved how Writing could be so real, could help me heal, could show me so much that I had forgotten. So many times this week, we stared at each other and said, “I missed you.”

Now we have to go back to real life, with all its distractions.

This week, I fell back in love with writing. I now remember what attracted me to Writing in the first place. If Writing and I can just remember to dedicate time to our relationship, we will have a long and happy life together.