Monday, March 7, 2016

Rainy Days and Inspiration


I haven't been very blog-active lately, with writing and reading, that is. It makes me sad but it also makes me feel a lighter. I'm in that "Bloggers-Rut" where everything I write in my drafts feels forced; and that results in a messy, boring post in which I will not publish just because I feel the need to put content out there. 

I feel lighter though, not focusing on my blog content the last week or so. I'm not going to lie - it's been really nice. I've just been taking time to think, reflect, plan, get organized, and most importantly..Breathe! It's been refreshing not automatically opening my dashboard when I turn on my laptop in the mornings. Have you ever had those mornings? Or evenings? Lately, they've been my favorite. 

This monday morning is a cold rainy one - the 2nd round of El Nino for San Diego. And I'm in love with it. Rain is my sign because as of lately I've really been inspired to sit down and write again. I know what you're thinking:

"Uhm, Ashlee. If you're writing a Blog that means you're writing."

That is true but it's not the kind of writing I'm talking about. I mean the deep down, pulling words from your soul, dreaming about a magical place, getting lost in your own little transcendent world kind of writing. My favorite type of writing. I've wanted to finish a story I started a few years back that is on my old computer, in which I have to find because it got packed up during the moving process.  I need to move the files to my current laptop and get writing again. 



Now what was I saying about the rain being my sign? Oh Yes - Since I've been so inspired lately to write again; I feel as if the rain is my sign to actually sit down and write. What is more motivational & inspirational than a good thunderstorm? Nothing, I'd say. And so today, I'm curled up by the window as I watch the rain and hail pour outside. I see flashes above the clouds as the lightening shines through the darkness of the sky. I hear distant rumbles of thunder followed by the rippling affect of the thunder above my home. and the house inside is silent. It's cozy due to our electric fireplace that is blazing under our front window. I'm in the corner of the couch with a hot cup of coffee, my blanket, and a dog who has been snoring for the last hour. All is calm here. And I'm not complaining.



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