Everyone returns to their roots eventually. Your roots could be a place, a type of food, an old interest, etc. My roots have always been pen and paper. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been writing things down. Notes, journal entries, poems, stories, songs, writing anything and everything that I could. I would write so fast to try and keep up with my train of thoughts. I used to love writing, like really love writing. It helped me remember the good and the bad. It helped me learn from the past and grow stronger. Writing has always been my kind of comfort food. Nothing makes me feel better than curling up with paper and pen.
I used to write daily. I used to write everything. I have countless journals filled with poems and songs, story ideas and short stories. I have folders filled with my novels. But what happened? Why did I stop? It’s been about 3 years since I have actively written anything. But here I am, returning back to my roots because back then, I was so in tuned with myself and who I wanted to be. All I want is to go back there and I figured out how.