There is something very hopeful about the starts, isn’t it? Start of the year, start of the month, start of the week. It makes you want to start getting your life in order. Okay, maybe not monday but for the rest part it is true. Well, that’s how it is for me. If you want to start a new habit or add anything to your routine, it is best preferred to be initiated at such new starts. While I stay away from making resolutions, I had decided to get back to writing in January. I was eagerly waiting for Jan 1st, however God had other plans. I tested positive for Covid on 31st of December and whatever I had decided went down the drain. What went down along with that was my energy, health and all things good. Maybe that is a story for another time as I really don’t wish to relive that right now. After I recovered, I patiently waited for February to come so I can start. So obviously when I started to write, I first started to wonder why did I wait for the new month to start? Why can’t any date be hopeful? Atleast, I started to write clinging on to this hope, false or true I am not certain on that.
If someone were to ask me my state of mind right now, I’d say it is jumbled with thoughts. Clogged. Yes, that’s the word. We all know nothing comes through when there is a clog and same is happening with my mind, no coherent thought is coming through. I also realized this when I started to pen this post. I need to sort these thoughts out and as always, writing is to rescue. It helps me and hopefully those who read it too.
Hoping to get back on track, how have you all been?
Happy new year!
Love all or perish 