Why have I stopped writing?
A reader emailed me recently—a rare occurrence on this quiet corner of the web. They noticed my absence and asked if everything was alright.
It's been almost a year since I started this space, and my writing frequency has dwindled significantly. Why?
The truth is, I've been feeling like I have nothing to say. While it's okay to pause, I wonder if I should simply write anyway—gibberish, random thoughts, whatever comes to mind. Perhaps I should embrace the anonymity of this space and let my thoughts flow freely.
There's another layer to this silence: exhaustion. Even a week's break at the beach felt insufficient. Now, as I sit here pushing words onto the screen, the brain fog only grows denser. I question why I'm forcing this.
This space was never meant to feel like an obligation. My blog should be a source of joy—a place where I can write about nothing in particular, where it's perfectly fine to be uninteresting or unread.
So why did I stop?
Because life became cluttered, my calendar turned into an impossible puzzle, and work grew so complex I could barely breathe.
But I miss this place.
Maybe it's time to write again?