2:15 Back Again

Yep, guilty as charged. I am a lame blog-writer. Four months went pass and I didn’t rear my wordy head onto blogger.com. Ever so often, I would open up a new word.doc and begin to develop my thoughts into ‘literary illustrations’. Yet persistently, I could not settle into the words on the screen. Rather, I blew on them, as if they filled into a hot cup of coffee, and having taking the first careful sip, I would realise the milk was off.

I do have a few excuses: 1. I came to realise the wonders of poetry. I was able to place the consistently-initiated unpublished, untitled blogs, which progressed into pieces far too personal for public release, into a piece of anonymous poetry. 2. I quit my 9-5 corporate role and became a freelancer. As ‘free’ as that sounds, I no longer had the time-wasting hours in an office to cultivate my blogger-sphere. 3. My life became mundane. 4. Hence, I lost motivation to write.

I have decided to stop taking things too seriously and have returned to my precious blog.

So for now, I will wrap up the last six months into one.

January, I resigned from the same tribulations of my former-English self: a life trapped by a corporate prison. I left the steady, reliable and emotionally draining job in the egotistically- charged world of finance and, once again, pursued self-determination. I never felt more alive; the seeds of my mind awoke and blossomed into a channel of passion. With the awakening of my soul, I discovered new loves and doors began to open. I also plucked up the courage to begin venturing out on my new pink bike, which Mr Effy bought me for my birthday.

February, I landed ‘the’ position I only dreamt about during the lonely night shifts in a grey office setting. I am now a research analyst, specialising in the redevelopment of developing regions, which is somewhat of a mouthful to say and is quite a great deal to digest. This new life has brought its own trials and tribulations, which are now being realised. I have also learnt how to swerve around Tel Avivian strollers, little old ladies and dog poop on my not so new pink bike.

March to May, life plodded on. Realising I had begun speaking to myself in the lonely ‘freelance’ hours of work at home, I began to venture out into cafes and resolve my loneliness with the company of waiters and other lonely freelancers. I also decided that for my next birthday, I will go ‘up a gear’, literally, and buy a really flashy mountain bike, as the pink one doesn’t seem to get me very far.

June, it seems reality has starting to nibble at me. And this is the world of thought I hope to continue writing in.