I used to know how to write. I used to share my life story, funny anecdotes, and whatever else was on my mind here in this little space. Lately though I don't know what to do here. What to write. Or even if I should write. Life is pretty much the same day after day -- work, send out resumes, watch entirely way too many episodes of the Gilmore Girls, go to bed and do it all over again the next day.
There are only so many times and ways you can write about being unhappy where you are, while furiously planning and plotting for the next step. Some days are ok and others aren't. I feel like I'm stuck in-limbo, in a holding pattern that goes no where.
Every time I open up a page to write, I stare at a blank screen so long I get mad and frustrated, snap the computer shut and go on to something else. Its easier to walk away than it is to keep looking at a blinking cursor mocking me for not being able to find the words.
I'm trying to find my voice again. To put my thoughts into blog posts. I hope I find it soon.