I used to be able to write. It was never perfect by any standard, but I could tell a funny story and people would laugh. But really I did it for myself. It felt good to write.
I used to be able to write. Then I had a baby. And my brain is painfully perpetually jumbled. I'd like to think that one the baby gets a bit older and we all sleep a bit more my ability to focus and make a joke or two will return, but let's be honest - I'll probably be working on another baby before that happens. Maybe when I'm old and my babies have grown it will come around again,like an old friend. Maybe sooner than that. But for now, I'm humbly acknowledging that for everything there is a season and in my current season I cannot write.
