During my late 20’s, I stopped writing. I was a college grad, married, moving into my first home and I felt like I should focus on being a “grown-up” which, for some reason, didn’t seem to involve me writing poems anymore or reading comics.
As my 30’s loomed, I wasn’t hearing the sound of a biological clock because I had already decided not to have children, but I was listening to a “what is my life all about” constantly tocking. I found myself taking quizzes out of self-help books that were supposed to tell me what I wanted to do when I grew up even though I already had a full-time, white-collar, career based job.
What was missing? x