Months later and I found myself writing again. I thought about giving up the blog altogether and start a new one, but sentimentality won over me and I just couldn’t say goodbye to previous posts. I have said time and again that I have the worst discipline and follow-through, and have long ago given-up on regularly posting entries, no matter how much I want to.
Nevertheless here I go again. There are also days and moments when I told myself that I will abandon writing, that perhaps it is really not my calling after all. Perhaps it is something I can never professionally do and dream of being known for; perhaps at least I have come to embrace that I will not be the next brilliant author.
Nevertheless here I still go. Still there are those quiet moments when I hear myself talking inside my head, thoughts about things that I spend my time with, places I go to and see, people I meet, stories I hear. And despite thinking that perhaps writing them down would be a waste, believing that it will give me neither glory nor the slightest sense of purpose, a nagging question convinces me otherwise, what else am I to do with these thoughts anyway but to write about them?
So here I am again. I figure what the heck, never I mind if nobody reads it or find it the least bit interesting, might as well write them anyway. If only to put these thoughts somewhere…
So what have I been up to lately? Since my last post, I believe I still owe whoever it is that read this blog of mine my stories of America. But those can wait for a better time, I have recently help publish a book, organize an exhibit, and continuously press on for the quest of a Master’s degree.
As for travel, I have been kicked-out of a bike tour in Amsterdam, had authentic Belgian waffles, and most recently visited the tomb of Job from the Bible as well as dipped my toes in actual spring water from the mountains in Salalah.
With the hopes of not jinxing it, I now have more time in my hands which then results to more blog posts.