I used to write for the joy of it, or maybe out of loneliness to connect with the world. And sometimes I wrote to get out of my own head. But now, it feels more like a chore . just like everything else in life. 

Writing used to be my salvation, my way of communicating my feelings to the world. And now it is just a far fetched dream, something that at one point I was good at, and now is somewhere in my closet in the back amongst all the other things that I do not have time to tend to. 

 So this is 40s...