Nobody Cares About Dad

The one you barely hear from, but when you finally meet, it’s like you never left. There’s a comfort, a familiarity, a feeling of being home that washes over you. You pick up right where you left off, and it feels great. That’s how I feel about writing.

I go through these long stretches where I don’t write at all. I tell myself I don’t have the time—which is a lie. Let’s be honest, it’s not time I lack, it’s motivation. Life gets busy—work takes over, family needs me, and before I know it, weeks or even months have flown by without so much as a single word written down.

But when I do find myself writing again, it’s like a weight lifting off my shoulders. There’s a sense of peace that nothing else quite matches. I imagine that one day, when I finally retire—touch wood, after making millions, of course—I’ll become a novelist. Probably one who never actually gets published, but still, I’ll be at it. Writing for the love of it.

Right now, I’m away with work. There’s a lot of downtime, which means I’ve picked up the pen—or, rather, tapped the keys—and once again, I’m finding that old friend. The words are flowing, and it’s like I never stopped.

I guess that’s the beauty of writing—it’s always there, waiting for you to come back, no hard feelings, no judgment, just the familiar click of keys and the quiet satisfaction that comes with creating something from nothing. It’s good to be back.

More than just the act of writing, it’s about rediscovering a piece of myself. It’s a reminder that doing what you love isn’t just a hobby—it’s a form of self-care. It’s about taking a break from the relentless grind and reconnecting with what makes you feel most alive. In a way, writing reminds me that staying motivated isn’t always about pushing through; sometimes it’s about allowing yourself to do something that reignites that spark.

So, here I am, reminding myself that whether it’s writing, playing football with the kids, or just taking a moment to breathe, it’s important to make space for the things that make me feel like me. Motivation doesn’t always come easy, but I guess that’s the point—it’s worth it because it brings you back to yourself.