I started writing publicly about seven years ago. And occasionally, there are dry spells that keep me from blogging. I’m too busy, too distracted, or sometimes simply uninspired. I whine and procrastinate, and come back to blogging eventually, toting apologies and resolutions. However, this hiatus, the dry spell that was sparked by the election, has been more painful than anything I’ve experienced so far. It wasn’t my determination or creativity that was questioned, but rather, my purpose–this blog’s purpose.
Up until yesterday afternoon, I honestly felt that creating anything new or trying to reach out to an audience was pointless. I began this blog discussing how to stay creatively healthy in a field that often offers little to no financial stability. It has evolved into a place to discuss Buddhism, personal stories, and even my experience with health problems. And yet on the morning of November 9th, all I could think was, “Who cares?” Why focus on building ourselves as empathetic, motivated beings, when the country is filled with such anger and chosen ignorance?