The after-effect of not writing my thoughts on paper for so long.

It’s been months since I last wrote with a pen on paper. Not typing, not tapping-on-a-keyboard-writing. The slow movement of my hand across the page always gave me peace. How did I forget that?

Without writing, I have been carrying too many unsolved issues in my head. Sometimes I feel like a boat floating in a silent pond, without an oar. Surrounded by mist, not sure which direction to go.

Unsorted feelings and ideas cloud the picture of my situation ahead. For a short while, not writing kept me away from worries. But in the long run, planning anything feels almost impossible.

Writing slows me down in a good way. It gives me a moment to pause, to think thoroughly. To breathe in, and breathe out, with calmness. I get to ask myself important questions, and answer them with a little more clarity.

Maybe that’s the magic of pen and paper. In the slowness I can finally catch up with myself.