Last year in July I started off with getting back in the blogging realm consistently. Before then, I used to blog when musings strike, and it did not happen that often. Blogging wasn’t a passion, it was more like ‘what was my blog address’ sort of relation.
Last year, in May, we moved to Worcester and all the while when we were staying in the hotel looking for a house to live, I was thinking about my little blog, Void Thoughts, and how unfair I am to that lovely space. The thought process started when I realized that it is time to take the matter in my hands. The move from the US to the UK was the eye opener for me. As I have accepted to follow my husband around the world, it would not be easy to have a job for me at one place and go with the flow as well without giving a headache to both me and my husband.
Writing was always a dream for me. I didn’t pursue it much, and wrote only when the musings when unbearable to be held inside my head, only because as dream I could dream it nourishing and flourishing and achieving greater heights and had I started writing more, it wouldn’t be a sweet dream to hold on to anymore. The what if it all went down the drain haunted me and stopped me in writing more often.
But last year’s move forced me to come out of the shell and do what I love.
I still won’t call me a writer. I don’t even tell anyone that I am a blogger. I can’t say that out loud with confidence. I am still figuring out what I am, but I know very well now that I love this world right here. I love writing, even if it is worth reading or not, I love pouring my heart out when I am happy or not. And yes, that’s why I created this blog to pour my heart out and to talk about my parenting moments. If you noticed, the first post on this blog was dated April 2013 but this blog was born even before that, on 2009. It took a lot of years for Reflections to actually be spotted on the blogging world. I was not ready until last year when I thought all hell will break loose if I don’t do something just for me.
This year when we moved from Worcester to Solihull, I missed the constant interactions I was used to have here in this space and on other blogs. All these made me realize that by trying to give blogging a chance (or me a chance in blogging) I did good, at least to me. It doesn’t matter how much I miss living in Phoenix, or how much I hated it in Worcester, or what I would not have done to stop this move to Solihull, all these moves are the reason to find out how much I missed blogging all these years and how much I love it. I am forced believe that sometimes things have to get uncomfortable to find the way for something better which would be much more comfortable for us, in my case it all started with the move from Phoenix.
I am sorry my readers, this post is coming out as a gibberish and nothing more. What I really wanted to say was, I love having you here to share my views, thoughts and experiences with. I couldn’t be happier when some of my friends told me how they loved my writings. I am trying to refine my writing and present you with more readable material but bear with me while I am at it because I am only learning to find my way around here.
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