When I started blogging it was to record and share an incredible and what I thought short, trip to Haiti. Almost 4 years later I’m still here. Still on this incredible trip. Still sharing. But sometimes I feel like I’m out of words, like there is nothing left to say. It’s not true, there is still a lot to stay, more than I could ever write but I’ve found myself in a slump. A place where sitting down to type feels forced, fake and frantic.
Maybe it’s because I am not shocked enough, maybe it’s because all the stories start to sound the same. Maybe it’s because I am just downright tired and discouraged in my work right now. For whatever reason the words aren’t there. And if they aren’t there I will not force them. I will not shoot out dramatic stories that are just meant to fill up space. When I invite you into my journey and the lives of those around me, I do not do it to make sure that people stay interested, to keep them reading. I do it because I genuinely want you to know. I want to paint you a picture, I want to to taste and smell and hear what I do. If I can’t do that right I will wait until I can.
Maybe it’s just a bad case of writers block that I need to work though
I won’t leave you totally hanging though…
How about a peek at how much this little boy loves his “Banabella”