I figured that there is no right way to write. I created this space about six months ago and after my initial set up , I wrote nothing. It almost feels like the whole point was so that I actually create the space, to carve this little corner for myself and then I just left it. Like buying a house for yourself and instead of living in it , you go out and rent a flat. Mad isn’t it?!

I don’t know why I haven’t been writing. Maybe there was no inspiration , maybe there was nothing to say. Which is hard to believe since I’m someone that always thinks and always has an opinion about something or someone or everything really.

Since I found myself in unprecedented circumstances, I’m taking this as a sign to get back to it.

Something strange happened and I realised recently that I take everything, really, really, reeeeally seriously. Every single thing in my life appears to hold a significant amount of weight and I started wondering why. Why have I never taken things lightly? Why don’t I do things for the fun of it? Writing for example, or reading? I’m not saying I don’t do things for fun, but it just seems that, fun and joy aren’t at the top of my list and I believe it has a lot to do with the fact that I have committed myself to being so serious. And it also seems as though I’m never happy with what I’ve created. I write something and then I keep rereading it so many times that in the end I just decide it’s meaningless and badly written so I’m not going to publish it. Well, I’m going to live dangerously and start writing and publishing without expectations, aiming for a decent sized text. I feel like I’m the only one reading these anyway so I can experiment and see where it takes me!

Oh and happy new year 🌟