To write or not to write?

About half an hour ago, I wanted to write. I wanted to actually keep up a consistent blog about the multitude of my miscellaneous musings (maybe even including my love for alliteration...). Then I took my dog for a short walk around the block and lost most of that desire. I'm not sure what it was that drove it from me--maybe the fresh air helped clear my head of the absurd ambition, or maybe rolling my eyes and cringing at the way Winston yelps the entire time squelched my inspiration.

I don't quite know anymore. I don't want to start and not keep up with it--I'd just end up not writing any more than I do now, but feeling like a loser because of it. If I don't, though, I might wonder what could've come of it.

Thoughts?

Too much talking leads to a cluttered mind and a need to listen

Last week Friday, a week and a half ago, I returned from my missions trip to Mexico. I excitedly rambled about all my adventures to my grandparents, who picked me up from the airport. The following day, I had dinner with my other grandparents, whom I proceeded to tell about the trip. The day after that, Sunday, I met a friend at Panera and shared all my stories with her. When I finally came home, my parents wanted to hear about it. Wednesday night at church, several individuals approached me, asking how Mexico was. On Thursday, my third set of grandparents came to visit, and, at their request, I informed them of everything that happened. Friday, I talked via Skype to another friend about it. Yesterday, I gave a presentation during my church service of all that I did and learned. Today, I wrote thank you letters to all who supported me, narrating the many highlights of the trip.

I loved Mexico, but I am so tired of talking. Not just talking about my trip, but talking in general. I like talking--I do a lot of my processing verbally and I like telling stories--but I love listening. It's been a long time since I've just listened to someone else without having a discussion or contributing words of my own. I'm sick of hearing my voice (both out loud and in my head). I'm ready to hear someone else for once. I don't mean listening to music or a sermon, watching a movie, or reading a book. I'd like someone to talk to me. I want to get to know another person, hear their stories, understand their life.  

According to Rebecca West, an Irish critic, journalist, and novelist, "There [is] a definite process by which one makes people into friends, and it involve[s] talking to them and listening to them for hours at a time." I've done the talking. Now it's someone else's turn. 

Oh Mexico, how I miss you

Things I miss about Mexico:

-Speaking Spanish
-The best team ever
-Laughing hysterically many times per day
-Fantastic car rides
-Amazing food
-Sun and warmth
-My host family
-Z11s
-Sleeping in hammocks aka hamacas
-Daily conversations about who has pooped and who hasn't
-Great music
-Liturgical prayers
-Reflection times
-Rooming with Aleka
-Speed bumps
-Lizards
-Packed yet relaxed schedules
-Constant learning
-All the people from La Iglesia Bethel, especially Israel and Itsel, and also Victor
-Waking up early and journaling at the church
-Late-night futbol and voleibol games
-Singing
-Writing hate notes to team members
-Learning about the justice issues of Mexico
-Playing with kids
-Sharing and discussing what I'm learning with people who are experiencing the same things alongside of me
-Team games like Dixit, trivia, and Psychiatrist
-Being outside for most of the day
-Jordan's quotes
-Aleka's laugh
-Eric's sarcasm
-Banashak's wisdom
-Yolanda's songs
-Ben's excitement
-Chelsea's blonde moments
-Nikki's peace
-Josiah's insight

Things I love about being home:

-My coffee
-Wearing pajama pants
-Family
-Clean bathrooms
-Toilets that can handle flushing toilet paper
-Showers with normal water pressue
-The ability to communicate fluently with the people I'm living with

...And that's about it.

Can we please go back to Mexico?