When you’ve got nothing to say…

For sometime now I’ve had nothing to write on this blog. Don’t get me wrong…it’s not like life hasn’t been happening. In a way though…it just doesn’t feel like I’ve known where to find it. When I consider the reasons why- it’s mainly because nothing of sizeable proportion has been occurring. Nothing has felt like it’s worth the words, which is completely ridiculous considering I want to be a writer. Words are my offering. Words are what I do.

 

I suppose I could reflect on the year in retrospect. It was after-all the biggest year of my short life thus far… But I don’t fancy it right now. Some things are best kept in my green book and it’s nice to save certain stuff for yourself.  

 

Something occurred to me whilst walking home from work last night. That is that life’s beauties are in the fine print, the small details you never take time to acknowledge or appreciate. It’s the splendour of city lights reflected on a river at night. It’s the hilarity of someone falling arse-over-tit in public. The inspiration and escape you find in a good song. Seeing a live band and dancing like a crazy person. It’s simple conversations, shared smiles and stolen kisses.

 

I’m going to pay attention to the smaller things for a while…because really…that’s where life is at.