Interlude

There are a lot of things that I love about writing. I love how quiet it is. I love how solitary it is. I love that it’s reflective. I love that it’s productive. I love that it’s my thing.

What’s strange about my writing habit, though, is that I so rarely do it for the reasons why I love it.

The reason I write is to remember.

Most moments are ones we’ll forget. We’ll forget thoughts we have in the shower, a phone call with a sibling, the colour of the tiles from a house you used to live in. We’ll forget the name of a colleague, the colour of a friend’s favourite shoes, the smell of a loved one, the sound of their voice. As time moves forward, our silly little brains will struggle to retain all the small details. It will forget what’s no longer right in front of us, and that thought terrifies me. It scares me more than spiders or heights or death.

So, I write.
I write to keep all the Kelsey’s alive.
I write to remember the things that my brain, inevitably, will forget.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything for this space and that makes me disappointed. A different kind of memory makes its way to this blog, and it’s a shame that I haven’t immortalised them in this format. Luckily, I have pages and pages written down from the year that’s passed, plus photos and text messages and the odd memento that will remind me of this Kelsey and the things that mattered to her forever.

I really hope to share some of those things here soon.

Big love.
Kelsey X