I used to be
good at this. Like, REALLY good.
I’d stay up
really late and write all my posts early in the morning before going to sleep.
My mind always seemed more functional when the sun was just threatening to
rise. I remember curling up under my duvet, comfortable and content on my mattress
on the floor of my mother’s room. Yes, I used to sleep in my mum’s room. Her AC
was the only one in the house that worked. Anyway, that was it then. It would
be 3am and all I’d have was a pack of digestive, a bottle of Ribena, and all
these stories running through my mind. Beautiful words and brilliant sentences
all pushing themselves to the front of my mind and then on to the screen of my
phone.
So, what
happened?
Things change,
they say. It’s supposed to be the only constant thing, right? Cool.
I guess I just
lost it. It’s not that I don’t want to write anymore though. I still do. I just
don’t for absolutely any reason. Maybe I’m lazy. Maybe I’ve forgotten how. Now,
all the fun I had writing is just like an album of old pictures I really don’t
like looking at. Not because the pictures are ugly, but because they just make
me feel so sad.
I’ve started so
many stories and just abandoned them halfway. It’s sad. But I’m changing that.
How?
Well, I’m
writing this now, aren’t I? I don’t even know what made me pick up the laptop
in the first place, but I did. And I love the way my fingers feel as they dance
around the keyboard pushing these ridiculous buttons. It’s amazing. I have so
many stories I want to tell you and a whole lot of experiences I’d like to
share.
A lot’s
happening right now for me. It’s not all good, but there are some bright spots
and I cling to them for dear life. So be warned that the ride we are about to embark
one, together hopefully, might get rough. But just stick with me and it could
all be worthwhile.
Yes, a journey.
Notice the title of the new blog? That’s how I see things now; like I’m
hitchhiking through life. Every day
brings a new place (emotionally) and a new experience and I intend to explore
every bit of it.
It’s going to
get personal for a while, but things will pick up eventually. I promise.
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