I’ve been quite out of sorts lately with my life. I’ve been what I can only describe as numb when it comes to getting my thoughts out, whether it’s fiction or non-fiction, writing or blogging, on the computer or on paper. I’ve been questioning what has been my ultimate dream forever. Do I still want to write?
I still have stories in my head, but I can’t seem to get them out. A lack of ability or drive, or something else, I don’t know.
Is it because I don’t talk much most days, have I become locked in my head?
Is it because I don’t use the language as much, living in a foreign country?
Is it because I no longer want to escape my life into an imaginary world?
Is it because I no longer daydream?
Or is it because it’s not meant to be?
Is this a midlife crisis?