I haven’t blogged in a month. And it isn’t because I haven’t had anything to say. Actually, it’s because I had too much to say…but I haven’t had the the words to say it.
I still don’t.
All I can say is this: I’ve been going through Something Hard, something that I want to talk about and write about but don’t always have words for.
Writing has always been a way for me to process my thoughts, feelings life. And I’ve felt like I want to write about what’s been gong on, but I can’t. Not yet.
My husband has this theory that goes like this: People want to talk about what they want to talk about. Meaning, even if you didn’t intend to have a certain conversation or say whatever you said, subconsciously, you wanted to say exactly what you said.
He calls it “The Corner Theory,” meaning you back yourself into the “corner” you want to talk about, either consciously or unconsciously (usually the latter).
This is why people tend to tell secrets to strangers, like the person sitting next to you on a cross-country flight.
Writing is a bit more conscious and deliberate. There is such vulnerability in “putting it all out there.” Writing is big, black, bold…and, in a way, permanent. It’s committing to the idea.
I have talked about the Something Hard with a lot of people, and that has helped me process some of the crazy and scary and unknown. But the words fall and float away as soon as they’re said. Nothing sticks. Nothing’s permanent.
But writing about it still scares me, because somehow, making the commitment, saying the words, makes it real, like honest-to-goodness THIS is my life. THIS is real. THIS is hard, damn it.
For me, writing is accepting the real.
And I’m not brave, not yet.
But maybe someday I will be.
For now though, until I have the answers and words, the Something Hard still looms large. I am so full of words, but I don’t know how to say them.