This is not one of those prompts by WordPress, this is just something I wanted to add. Just the thing one does when one tries to resume their blog writing activities after a long-ish pause.
I know I am not the only one who has taken a break from writing, writers do it all the time. But for me, it was akin to an emotional break. Perhaps like a relationship where you give more than you get and then suddenly you don’t know where you stand.
Much like Ross, I did explore casual hook-ups with short form writing on Twitter- and then got terribly guilty about it, and getting back became a bit more difficult.
It’s not that, I didn’t have anything to share, or I didn’t want to share. it was perhaps a need to be away for sometime to gain a better perspective, as distances tend to bring. But in the case of writing, it is counterproductive, something I learned the hard way.
Where before, it took me an hour to write a 500 words post, it took me over 2 days to piece this haphazardly written post together. I spent much of the writing time to self-instrospect and was unable to locate the mental bloc to resuming the blog. Though only in my head, the weight of it is heavier than the heaviest piece of almirah in my home. I just couldn’t push well past its invisible might.
I did eventually succeed, but the damage of this longish pause is done and pretty evident in this post.
But I have decided not to edit it.
Not even the typos.
I am posting it as it is as a reminder to self to not go so long without writing anything.
So, what did I do all this while?
Well, lived a lot many lifetimes, missed many more and manifested sunnier lifetimes.
So, coming to the question…..
If 2024 was a movie, it would have been a part of a trilogy. A post apocalyptic trilogy with lots of existential threats, humanity facing unprecedented challenges in the face of a larger than life robotic superpower, a few power hungry, despotic oligarchs with their increasing hunger for power and anti-climactic climate conditions.
And you in the middle of it, very much a part of this car wreck in slo-mo, you tether yourself to anchors you have built, challenges you treat as milestones and successes you treat as reminders.
Fingers in symphony 