Happenstance

I used to write a lot. Word formed inside my mind appeared on pages – hard copy or otherwise. Then menopause happened. My mind stops speaking in a way I could capture on paper, real or imaginary. Today I came upon my own blog by chance, and started reading what I had written years ago, day after day diligently.

I am a stranger to my younger self now, grieving the loss of a mind so filled with creativity, confusion and craving. The younger me of 2012-2018 tried to find herself and made sense of her world in words. She didn’t find what she was looking for, but she produced a body of work that today-me may never reproduce.

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