Old notebooks, new blogs

In searching through my stack of notebooks, I found this written on the top of one page.

"tossing letters overboard
hoping you will rescue me
from this life of order
from all my responsibilities"

I can't remember when I wrote it or why, but it speaks to me today. I feel like I haven't been writing very much lately. A few journal entires, a blog entry here and there, the occasional email but none of that feels like writing. Hmmm, that word should stand out more. It needs to be italicized...writing. When I say it, that's how it sounds. Like it has an emphasis. Like it's a living thing that feels and breathes and, in my case lately, languishes and dies on its own.

This blog is my tossed bottle. I'm filling that bottle with my creativity and my desire and my talent and I'm just hoping that it's the catalyst to my rescue. That somehow it will save me and help me begin writing again.

Who knows if this blog will get me writing anymore than anything else lately. For all I know, 50 years down the line someone will stumble across this blog and this will be its only entry. Full of promise and newness but discarded like a penny upon the street. I refuse to feel guilty about that possibility. Whether the fate of this blog is to be discarded or cherished, I shall be content with either.

After all, you can't dictate where the bottle ends up after you toss it overboard.