Answer number one: it started to seem like effort. I set up arbitrary deadlines for myself (like blogging every day) and when I failed to meet them - well, it felt like failure.
Answer number two: Facebook, Twitter and the like.
Answer number three: Candy Crush Saga (and its like.)
Answer number four: fear.
Answer number five: lack of "space" to do so (on many levels.)
I don't think it's because I have lack of things to say - but I edit myself quite a bit now-a-days. I edit out the 'Dark Thoughts' and the critique of people, places and things. For instance, my thought process this morning was just frankly depressing. It goes like this:
We are all "special" or at least we have been told so all our lives. We are all as unique as snowflakes. But y'all - there are billions of snowflakes. There have been billions in the past and there will be billions in the future. How special can one snowflake really be amid those billions?
See? Dark and depressing. And so I edited it out of my thought process most of morning until I sat down and did some prayer and meditation. And it faded and slipped away into that dark morass of fear and anxiety from whence comes the majority of my Dark Thoughts.
Does it edify anyone whatsoever to know those Dark Thoughts? Does it add to the goodness of the world for them to hit the light? I don't know, so I don't blog them.
There might be goodness found to know that others struggle with Dark Thoughts. There might be some goodness found to know how others cope and deal with them.
Thinks to ponder. (Yes, and I said "Thinks.")