| when the words won't flow |

Even though I consider myself to be a writer I hardly have anything to show for it these past couple months. I should force myself to write a little every day, to push my limits, but sometimes the words just don’t flow. I think about writing almost every day, about what I could write about, about how I need to keep searching for more publications where I can submit my ideas.

It didn’t occur to me until last night while talking about writing and the dry spells writers go through that I needed to make a change. Some friends were discussing how writing is a therapy, a cure to help you get through hard times in your life, but it’s also a therapy during the good times as well. Whether or not the word come easily, you still have thoughts and experiences to share. And in this moment I need to force my words little by little – but I need to get them out, I need to or else these memories and special moments might be forgotten in the times of hardship and sadness.

But I’ve been busy – excuses, excuses, I know – I’ve been establishing myself in San Sebastian, the city I now call home.  I’m going to school to learn more Spanish, I’m teaching private classes, I’m making friends, I’m learning to knit, cook, and I’m getting back in shape.

After two and a half months of a million emotions running through my mind – my world has finally started to take shape. I finally feel like I’m home. I also joined the gym.

Through all this change I’ve realized I’ve finally found my place in the world – or at least where I’m meant to be right now. I am surrounding myself with wonderful people from around the world, pushing myself to learn more and more (from the language to new hobbies), and I’m establishing myself outside of my country, my family, and my group of friends. I feel happy, loved, and beyond lucky to have had success since moving to Spain.

The stories from the past three months will start making appearances on my blog poco a poco as I begin to write more frequently. It’s going to become a dialy habit, like eating breakfast and drinking coffee. I look forward to sharing my small adventures with you all. Until then: to all the other writers out there — what inspires you? When do the words flow?

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