It has been quite some time since I have allowed myself to sit and write. There were times when I was tempted but the idea of finding an hour purely for myself was hard to do.
Today, I am fortunate to have one of my daughter’s many cousins to visit and this meant more time for myself to indulge in what I love doing the most. Reading.
Yes. Reading. Not dancing, as most would think but reading books.
What comes after reading would be inspiration. I am now quite inspired to write.
Let me recount what has happened to me for the past few months.
First of all, my non-existent love life continued to flourish into nothingness. I have somehow let go of past crushes and was not left wanting. I think that what took their place would be those historical romances I am now breathing like air.
Second, I finally got to spend time with my friends. I got to dine out and party with them till the wee hours of the morning. It made me feel alive and back into the world of living. It still astonishes me how a few hours of laughter, dancing and drinking with my bosom buddies can give me such a high.
Last but not the least, I am filled with this fervor to write. After many months of blogging, it is only now that I felt the need to get creative and write stories again. I know that no one hardly reads what I write but I don’t care. I write for myself.
Thus, I end this entry with a renewed sense of adventure. An adventure to rediscover myself. To spread my wings and soar to whichever place I could go. It could most likely mean that I won’t really go anywhere but like they say, it is all about the journey and not the destination.