It weirdly takes a lot of will power to get myself to sit down once again, open Microsoft word, and actually type down some words. It started as a few days of staying away from my blog, which slowly (or perhaps rather quickly) transformed into a month, a few months, and now almost a year. What strikes me as the weirdest is that in this long sabbatical, I didn’t once feel the need to actually pick up a pen or switch on my laptop and empty my cluttered head. And yet, it’s always there at the back of my mind, that tiny thing that keeps pricking, which I rub and try to flick away like an annoying gnat, but which keeps returning, a little stronger every time. That pure and simple guilt.
I am supposedly a writer.
I am definitely not living up to it.
So today, through the random-est of all happenings, I decided to finally get right back down to it. Simply because I’ve had enough of losing my identity.
So little people, I’m back.
And hopefully this time, I’ll stick.