The past couple days I have attempted writing blog posts.
Obviously, those were failed attempts as nothing actually made it through to the final “Submit” button.
It has been quite the past week-and-a-half for me. Lots of life activities that don’t normally take place in my regular routine. Lots of motion combined with lots of relaxing. Lots of positive and also some negative. But mainly – lots of DIFFERENT.
And “different” always causes my brain to run a little slower until it is finished processing all the observations, activities, lessons, conversations, etc…
Anyways, in the midst of this “processing” state of my brain, I tried to write a couple posts. But they turned out to be fluff. Not like cotton-candy-fun-to-read-and-enjoy fluff but more like take-a-bite-out-of-the-chocolate-bunny-only-to-find-out-it’s-hollow-on-the-inside sort of fluff.
Not that I don’t like hollow chocolate bunnies. Because I do.
The point is, I was trying to write something of depth and it was coming out hollow. Empty.
Because my heart didn’t really believe what I was attempting to write. I was trying to make a point that I am still wrestling with internally. To post my attempted writings would have been an act of fake-ness and would have rung hollow because it is not a true representation of what is actually in my heart. Like I have said here, my heart is full of more questions than it is answers.
When I started this blog, I determined to only write from an honest heart. An authentic heart. And, if there’s some days when I can’t actually hit the submit button and post because I can’t write from that type of heart, then I will wait to write until I can.
Because I would so much rather read and write something REAL.