Sweeping it Under the Rug

I can't believe I forgot to blog again. It's not even because I don't like to blog, because in all honesty, I love it. I love writing, but I never seem to make enough time for it. I always seem to have something better to do. I get too wrapped up in what is going on around me to even think about sitting down to write about it. When I do think about it I feel like it is work that can be done later which is most definitely not true. I always feel better after writing so why do I always sweep it under the rag like a bad habit? There is absolutely nothing wrong with writing, but for so many years it has seemed to be the bane of my existence. Between the papers, essays, and projects I forget about the personal reasons for writing. I like it, I like seeing my writing and rereading it. I like when others compliment my writing. I love getting my feelings out in writing. But I always seem to forget to turn to it when I need it. I always forget it's there or try to play ignorant and act as if it won't help. No more sweeping it under the rug. I shall do just do it.