I just read my first blog. I had written and posted it months ago. (And nothing since then. But I am happy) All the memories from that story flashbacked, picture clear in my head.
I love writing. And how am I so sure of this (now)?
While swiping through Instagram sitting on the toilet seat, I saw “What would you do if success was sure?” And the next day on Pinterest “What would you do if money was an issue?”
Both the questions lightened up some parts inside my brain. The answer was ‘writing’. I love myself when I am writing. I enjoy putting down whatever comes to my mind. As I write captivating thoughts keep coming to my mind. I like that feeling.
As a child, I always thought I would write a book on me. It would be a great seller. I have so much to tell.
Recollecting those time, I now think I had that thing, about being a writer, in me. Just that I never gave more thought to that. Did not do anything that would make me a writer.
Now that things are taking me apart in different directions, I want to do nothing but write. I have a list of things to do, things that I don't want to do but have to. Amongst all these, out of all these many years, it’s now that I want to write and read and write.
The 'to-read' and 'to-write' list is in process.
I want to do some marvellous things here, want to share my thoughts and ideas on a variety of topics.
The journey ahead is going to be fun and friendly.
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