Vacation Reflection

We all can agree that our thought follow us everywhere- even on vacation. This fourth of July, as I was waiting waiting to eat breakfast at a Hamton Inn, a thought came to my mind. So, I ran up to the the lady standing at the front desk, in front of where I was sitting, for a napkin. I needed to write what I was feeling at the time even thought I wasn't exactly sure where it was going. I missed at least two oppturnity to get some eggs from the free breakfast, but it seemed that my boyfriend and I missed. A lady that stayed there went up to the lady at the front desk to complain about the service and how there is only one girl working the breakfast. She was upset that there wasn't any breakfast left for her two, young daughters. I had a yogurt in my hand and walked over to offer it to the woman. Even though she didn't take, it, she seemed really appreciative that I offered. It wasn't a big deal, but I felt like I was involved in the situation in a small way, and it made me feel good to care.

We all have natural instincts inside us to help people and support one another- some a lot more than others. When people around us have troubles, we listen in ( and it's not always because we like to easdrop) We are actually connecting. We are linking ourselves either because we understand, agree, or feel so strongly about. This situation was not so serious, but it makes me think. We want to be involved in what is going on around us. We want to reach out and be the ones to have the solutions.

What happens when you haven't written anything in a long time? You start to get used to it and you don't think you will ever get back into the grove of things again. Then, instead of getting occasional floods of inspirations, thoughts become incomplete and you don't feel like you have enough material. I am guilty of all of this, and I'm sure many writer's get into these droughts as well. I will get ideas, but I constantly let them slip by because I haven't been motivated enough to capture them and deliver them home. I give myself so many excuses, but.. I really been ignoring the fact that writing is a part of me. I feel it and I know its there, and that's way I feel guilty when I don't write. I have been comfortable with not writing, but not satisfied. We all need to do that one thing in our lives that makes us feel good. We all have special talents and when we proudly display them, it gives us more self worth and gives us more of a sense of accomplishment in our. "I wrote that." "I designed that." "I built that." Even if I don't write, and I give myself the "I'm tired" excuse day after day, I know that writing is still a part of me and I'm still allowed to call myself a writer. It doesn't mean that I hate doing it. I doubt myself a lot and question my abilities, and I may get discouraged from even starting half of the time, but once I begin, it's relief- the "get off my ass and finally do something productive after watching TV for so long" feeling.

Don't think that just because you are not writing now, that there's something wrong with you. Writing isn't easy. Just thinking about it isn't easy. It's a whole lot of exercise and digging into our souls. It's exhausted. I don't blame anyone for not always running to find a piece of paper and pen.