It feels quite weird to write again on this blog. I suppose at this point, the many breaks I have been taking throughout the years should have made this process easier.
Despite that, and despite me choosing writing as a career, I am awful at writing things down. Actually, I'll rephrase that: I am awful at writing down what I feel. Because, you see, I could ramble for hours about a specific book, a skirt, or a place I've visited. But it's always really hard for me to put down into words what I feel. Especially when I am sad.
I guess it's quite a normal thing, if I have to be honest with you, and I really don't know why I am writing this post down. I just had the hitch, a sort of an urge to start writing again. Something that I have been missing dearly lately.
I have been caught up in what is, essentially, life. Winter left its place to spring, where my heart felt better and I handed in my dissertation. I am in fact, a full functioning and graduate adult trying to make a living out of what I love doing the most.
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Despite that, and despite me choosing writing as a career, I am awful at writing things down. Actually, I'll rephrase that: I am awful at writing down what I feel. Because, you see, I could ramble for hours about a specific book, a skirt, or a place I've visited. But it's always really hard for me to put down into words what I feel. Especially when I am sad.
I guess it's quite a normal thing, if I have to be honest with you, and I really don't know why I am writing this post down. I just had the hitch, a sort of an urge to start writing again. Something that I have been missing dearly lately.
I have been caught up in what is, essentially, life. Winter left its place to spring, where my heart felt better and I handed in my dissertation. I am in fact, a full functioning and graduate adult trying to make a living out of what I love doing the most.
