It’s 2:21 a.m. right now in Singapore. So technically, it’s already Friday, but I always mark a new day after I wake up in the morning. Except for on birthdays. And anniversaries. It’s just a way to make special occasions different from the rest and let the fun last longer.
If you’re thinking about what makes me sit on my computer at
such an unearthly hour, I’m trying to mask my procrastination skills under the
garb of convenience and choice. It’s been three weeks since I decided to get
back to writing regularly. I have planned to put up two posts a week for the blog,
one on Tuesday and one on Thursday. While I have so far been able to stick to
the schedule (um… almost!), the one thing I have realised, as a sort of
confirmation, is that I’m not just a procrastinator, but a highly evolved one
at that. And secondly, I’m a night owl who cringes at the thought of waking up
to an alarm.
This blog has been my haven for a decade now. It’s what kept
me going when the going got tough. It allows be to be my most vulnerable self while
channelling my thoughts towards strengthening my inner voice. The last couple
of years got me a little distant from this core space, thanks to moving to a different
country and settling into the normalcy of marriage (yet another example of my procrastination
skills).
This post is not just a random one aimed at keeping this
space active, but also a reminder, to myself, about what writing means to me
and the gratitude that fills me up when I see some of you keep on coming back
to read my words. I may not always live up to your expectations or the reason
why you choose to consume my writing, but the one thing I promise without any
exaggeration is that every view on my blog just gives me a bigger reason to
continue along this journey. For the little community of readers I have built.
So, thank you.
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