Ebb and flow

Sometimes passions become less than what they were. I haven't ordered any new tea for a while, but that is okay. I'm enjoying what I have already bought slowly. I've put a lot more attention towards fishing. For some reason hobbies always seem to be an up and down thing for me. I need a constant. That constant must be Christ. But I digress. This blog is a blog about things like me. One thing (as it's easy to notice) that has certainly been put on the back burner if you would, is my desire to write. I've noticed that life is worse for me when I don't write. Not that writing makes me happy. I have my reasons why I write, and if I'm not writing, that means my heart isn't in a very good place. I write when I'm passionate. I write when I care about something deeply. I write when I'm depressed or joyful. I write when I'm feeling lost. I write when I'm trying to figure things out. I don't write when I'm lazy. I don't write when I'm apathetic. I don't write when I'm going through the motions. This blog isn't really an accurate gauge as to whether or not I've been writing. But, I can tell you that my journals don't get tickled by a pen nearly as much as they used to. I think that's about to change.