Here we go, let me try this again…
So, let me pick up my story where I left this space or blog. I mentioned before that school was a big part of my life when I was young. I made few special friends and I could talk to them or about them for hours in all possible ways. Unfortunately, when I graduated from secondary school, I couldn’t maintain those relationships. I became sort of lonely and depressed; I didn’t have that special person to talk with anymore. At this stage, the idea of writing came along. Because there was no body to listen, I thought I’ll spell it all in paper. Yet, I never committed to it. It is not a daily routine. I don’t have a special notebook or favorite pen.
The truth is I’m a messy person; I’ve never been a planner. You can imagine the frustration when I have so much in mind but never found the place for it. Writing is sometimes out of inspiration. I felt inspired so many times, and I told myself that I can remember what I thought of later. Guess what? I never remembered a thing. Other times, writing comes through experience. When I live in the moment, I feel like I have pages to fill. But when it passes by, I would stumble upon what to say because my emotions are not as heightened as they used to be in that moment. This is why I don’t write often when I should.
However, writing have always crossed my mind as long as I can remember. I have never called myself a writer nor did I ever kept a dairy with my writings. They say writing is therapeutic, and I also see it that way. I don’t write necessarily to deliver something of value. I write what I think because once it’s somewhere else, it’s off my mind.
I wanted to be consisted with writing but never found the time for it. The past few years, or I should say several years, I have moved from being nothing to be a full-time student, being engaged, being married, being pregnant, and finally being a mom. Needless to say, it’s a lot to go through and in a quite fast pace too. I have been pretty occupied most of the time. It was a lot of a change to adjust to overnight. Another reason why I like writing is because I like to keep record of the moments and emotions that I felt in my life. That’s why I am back now to remember what I have been through with you.