What was, what is, and what hopefully will be....

Strange.  I always find myself back at the keyboard.  A year or two can pass without typing a single post, and then someway the world finds a way to bring me back to writing.  Usually this is sparked by my own desire or need to write.  This time, however the suggestion came from someone else.  They were right, writing does help - it always does.  It was actually really interesting to read my previous posts.  I had forgotten how I felt (not so long ago).  I had also forgotten how much I enjoyed writing.  I bet you forget a lot of things you like to do over time.  It must be like survival of the fittest, only for personal activities.  As we get older, and more engulfed by work and life, we forget the many things we like to do.  One by one activities are chiseled away for extra hours at work, or because they become too inconvenient to do.  Excuses creep into play that are often linked to being "too tired" or it being "too far away". I fear that if you cut enough of the activities you once enjoyed that your life will be so basic that it will follow a simple pattern day in and day out.  A minimalist perspective isn't always a good one.  While I have done a good job at keeping active, my favourite thing, the activity that I love the most was cut from my routien over 12 years ago.  Only now am I remembering this love.  It's been three weeks since I revisited this love, and already the feeling is overpowering.  Why on earth did I ever stop?  And how do I get back to the point that I was at so many years ago.  I get a taste of it once a week, but I want more, I want it every day....