There are some points in life when you give up on something you usually love. Sometimes that point is the summer before your freshman year of college, sometimes that thing is writing, and sometimes the person doing all of that is me.
I had reached this point where I felt like I had things to say, but the words I had weren’t good enough to say them.
And that’s okay.
I won’t always be able to say everything I want and sometimes I won’t even feel willing.
But that was this summer and this is this fall, and things change. I’m ready to write again.
This won’t be the Eleanor Called Ella of 2011 or early 2012. I will only be posting when I want to and not out of a need for a heavily regulated schedule.
I did a lot of growing up in the last six months, and the person I am now doesn’t need or want a daily blogging schedule. I don’t want to write sub par posts just to fulfill a quota. Writing will be posted here when I feel it is ready to be shared.
But the important thing is that I feel ready to share again, share words about my life with internet people I don’t know.
So here’s to a new beginning.
(Sorry the only thing I’ve got to toast with is a crumbled saltine and a nearly empty waterbottle.)