My blog is my diary. Yes…it’s in a public domain…so? I am a bit of an exhibitionist….tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. My words…my thoughts…no fear. When I don’t blog….I bottle up and eventually find some other form of release….but finding that release is such a laborious process.
So the past months I have internalised my thoughts to such an extent that I drew a blank. I had nothing to say even when I wanted to…all hot air. So I binged…on Netflix….on beating myself up ….on some major procrastination. I had a mental block….actually maybe I had writer’s block! It is possible that it wasn’t all me! Maybe it couldn’t be helped. Maybe I got tongue-tied just because. Maybe it happens to the best of us (categorising myself eh? Why not?)…So without patting myself on the back for being too chicken to blog …. I realise that somehow I have come unstuck. Not 100% sure how though …. so no self help books in the pipe line! I suppose time is a healer….I actually stopped thinking about blogging. I gave up….thought I would never blog again. Truly never say never works wonders! And by not trying at all my natural inclination to chat has surfaced.