I have missed my blog. It has been waiting here, patient yet eager to be nourished.
There is some joyfully sweet sadness in me right now. This little blog of mine has become an important part of my life and if I miss it, it's because I want to write here. I am starting to understand what I have been reading about in the last months that in order to live a creative life you need to make a commitment to it. For so long I have been struggling to make writing an every day commitment. And this blog is becoming my commitment, my stepping stone to a creative life.
When I tell people that I started blogging, some of them sigh nostalgically "I tried blogging for some time but didn't manage to keep it up." It's not about comparing myself with them. Probably blogging was not their way to nourish the creative muse and I am sure that they will find their own path. But being that person who could never stick to new habits I can see that little change coming. After my first longer blogging absence I am back. And I want to stay.
Me and my blog need to build some more trust. It needs a place in my life between my work, travels and thousand of other things. I need to learn how to look after it and make it grow as you grow a garden. Because it promised me that something in my life will bloom.