For the past while I have been writing about late August. Writing is cathartic for me, and as the words and emotion have come pouring out of me and onto the page, it has left much space behind. Yes, this journal, the keyboard, the blank page, have all been my therapy so to speak. Purging myself of the aftertaste.
And now, there is space left tha I must fill. And fill I will (feeling a little Dr. Suess’ish). As I look around there is so much to fill that space and seep into those empty spaces. Friends, family, carving pumkins, the World Series, getting the book ready, exercising, and so many other things and heading my way.
So if I don’t write as much for the next little while…don’t worry, I am just filling up.