My first post, in a long, long time

I am inspired by writers everyday in some of the most important areas of my life:

Song writers

Book writers

Poetry writers

I believe the very act of writing, expression if you will, is essential. Yet, I do not write. There aren’t many things that make me as happy a walk in the woods, the smell of the trees, crunch of earth beneath my feet. Yet, I do not walk. Why am I denying the very things that contribute to my happiness?