Finding Something to Write About

I was sitting in front of my computer and realized I had not posted to my blog in a month.  I thought to myself " Oh my gosh!! My readers must be starving for my words!" No...not really. I did, however, feel like I owed it to myself to write something. I just had not felt compelled to write.  I don't want to write just for the sake of writing.  I don't fancy myself an author. I'm no poet. Sometimes things just feel right to write about.  Sometimes I have noteworthy thoughts.  Sometimes they are not suitable for public consumption.  Sometimes things that happen need a little time before I can write about them. There are things that happen in my/our life that are so emotionally difficult that no one would care to read about it. Things that Heather and I would only share with each other.  These aren't perverted or intimate things that you may automatically think of.  These are deep emotional things that can only be shared between two people traveling the same path because they vowed to stay together and because they cannot fathom travelling that path with anyone else.  Sometimes it is like walking on spikes.  You hold the other up so it isn't so painful for them.  It may be more painful for you but you know they need it. This is what true mates do. This is what we do.  Guess I found something to write about.