After a 3-year break, I've decided to write again on this blog.
Where those 3 years went is a mystery. What I accomplished or learned, if anything, is not evident.
All I know is, I find myself with more to say now. More questions. More observations. More complaints. More gratitude. More longing to say what's on my mind.
I'm 3 years older now, and there are more changes. More transitions. More adjustments, as I feel myself being ever-so-gradually nudged to the sideline of mainstream.
I've been feeling constipated from all of it, so I resurrected this digital journal as a form of expression. Even if it's shared with no one, the writing offers a relief, a release, of persistent thoughts.
Only to make room for more.
Where those 3 years went is a mystery. What I accomplished or learned, if anything, is not evident.
All I know is, I find myself with more to say now. More questions. More observations. More complaints. More gratitude. More longing to say what's on my mind.
I'm 3 years older now, and there are more changes. More transitions. More adjustments, as I feel myself being ever-so-gradually nudged to the sideline of mainstream.
I've been feeling constipated from all of it, so I resurrected this digital journal as a form of expression. Even if it's shared with no one, the writing offers a relief, a release, of persistent thoughts.
Only to make room for more.
