I must be crazy, because I just started another blog. And not this blog that you see before you, no. A different blog in a totally different place. A blog on my shiny new yoga website (www.elizabethhaynesyoga.com) that I created yesterday, since I finally realized I'm ready to get back into teaching.
Sometimes I ask myself, "Self, hey you...yes you. Pay attention. Say, self, do you think you can have too much writing in your life?"
I go through periods where I can't seem to get enough of it. Like right now. Where I want to write about anything and everything that crosses my mind as important. Or reach out to people through the internet by turning my words into gestures, or hugs, or waves. Or just birth a new writing project because it feels awesome to create something new (like a new blog).
And then I have moments where I just want to run and hide in the corner, curling my legs up under my fuzzy blanket and hunching down over a good book. Maybe fiction this time, to get away from reality. To enter into a colorful (or colorless) new world and explore the minds of made up characters.
I suppose it's ok to have too much writing sometimes as long as you like what you're writing about. And as long as you're inspired. Because then, honestly, it doesn't take all that long to write down whatever it is you have to say. It's like picking up a pen and watching its ink flow out - smoothly, without any hiccups, without getting clogged, without running low. And then you lift your pen off the page and find a cohesive "something" sitting before you.
Pen, lifted.
And then you move on to the next thing.
