I am not a Blogger

I have been trying for nearly a month to articulate all the thoughts racing around in my head.

I cannot seem to make a coherent sentence anymore.

I've been trying to figure out how a non-writer managed to contract writer's block. Here is the conclusion I have come to. My blog was me letting the world get to know me. I let a little bit of myself out in each post. It was very therapeutic for me and also humbling that even one person would care to learn more about me through what I chose to share.

Then a funny thing happened.

I found a real, live person to share these things with, someone to spend time with and talk to, someone who seems to enjoy getting to know the little things about me. The result is that I don't have to share them with all you nameless faces on the internet anymore.

Another side effect of this wonderful discovery is that, as I stated above, I cannot seem to make a coherent sentence anymore! I find myself trying to talk about topics of which I am normally knowledgeable and the words will not come. Since I am unable to express this on my own, perhaps Sarah Kay can explain it for me. I am by no stretch of the imagination a poet but the sentiment is similar.

I plan to enjoy this writer's block, this lover's day dream, this wonderfully beautiful distraction. If this blog suffers and falls by the wayside, so be it. It was never a source of profound writing and deep revelation anyway. It was a college course assignment that lasted much longer than the semester.

I much prefer being lost in thought over eyes that look at me as if every time seeing me is the first, a smile that brings light to my world I never thought possible, hands that make me feel safe and like I can slay dragons on my own all at the same time, the brilliant mind that challenges me on a daily basis. He is turning this cynic into a dreamer.

"Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me."