“The words don’t come anymore. It’s like they’re stuck,” I told my roommate. I used to love sitting down to answer emails. Now, despite the fact that I still love to get emails, it’s harder to sit down and respond to them. What used to be a joy now feels more like a discipline.
“It’s like the one thing I used to be good at no longer works!”
My journal entries have grown thin and factual. My blog entries are dry.
Sometimes I get tired of words, trying to recall or learn words in three languages. Tired of trying to make myself understood in any of those languages and their respective cultures.
Sometimes I want to turn off the words in my brain and just be—I want the “nothing” box that men claim is real.
So instead of writing something profound, I offer you some snapshots of my favorite little people: Carissa Joy, Clark David, and Albert Harris. My family kindly keeps me updated with pictures of my growing niece and nephews.
Featured photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash
Niece and nephews photo credits to my family