It is very surprising to me how difficult it has been to get back to writing. Therapist is asking me to do it every day. I’ve joined 30 day journaling groups. I miss it and want to do it. I feel I’ve lost years of stories and memories and processing time to this years long writer’s block. A me who writes is more clever, more engaged in my life, more aware and I’ll say it – not a terrible writer.

It is no joke about losing it if you’re not using it. I am fumbling my way back so very much.

I am currently on vacation. This was a solid compromise kind of vacation between Rich and I. He gets a cruise, I get new to me cities, and it’s working out. We boarded a ship yesterday in LA and we’re heading north to Seattle, Victoria, BC and Vancouver. I’ll pay homage to Starbucks, see Pikes Place Market, and the Space Needle in Seattle (not to mention give a little nod to the city that my long running Grey’s Anatomy took place in). I’m going to high tea at the Empress Hotel in Victoria while Rich goes on a salmon fishing excursion. There’s also a miniature museum next to the hotel so a big afternoon is anticipated by all. That actually made Rich feel better about us doing separate things that day. One mention of my genuine excitement to swing by the miniature museum and the cost of salmon fishing seemed perfectly acceptable. We’re staying a couple of days in Vancouver and one day is supposed to be very rainy and gross. There is an art museum that might be on the agenda for that day, and we’re near the Vancouver Chinatown if there are breaks in the rain. I’m hoping our last full day clears up so we can hike the suspension bridges and falls just north of Vancouver.

And then back home. I had not great vacation luck in 2022 and also desperately needed a few days to legitimately unplug. I was hesitant about going and longed for it. So far so good. No one is sick, no one is crashing the trip and generally ruining it. So, we’re ahead of 2022.

I’m sitting along a giant wall of windows on this ship, in a bar that isn’t open yet and looking at the water, sipping coffee and things are good.

I have a lot of writing prompts I’ve been saving for when motivation struck. I have a lot of things about May/the recent full moon/astrology as prompts for when I decided to lean into that guidance from the universe.

And maybe I’ll pick this up again later today with those things. For now, I think I’m going to do another thing on the therapist’s to do list – create something. Maybe some coloring is in order. Or I’ll find the empty nightclub and so some dancing. Maybe I’ll wait for the bran muffin to settle (I’m reaching peak middle aged lady – crushing, bran muffins, I wore a scarf yesterday that Rich said is something he imagines his mother wearing) before the dancing.