Tuesday, May 12, 2020

FIRST POST OF 2020

Well i am at loss of words wondering the leap of time that kept me away from my therapeutic writing,though i had put a few random write ups on my phone notes that i usually do.But i must confess this is one of my longest block and i have no reason to justify it.Since two months i have been telling myself tomorrow i will put up a post on blog and it just didn't happen.Maybe i had kept my thoughts caged in the shackles of many emotional conflicts i had through months ago.
Writing is something that happens to me most naturally and effortless.By God's grace when i am in the flow of expression my fingers slip on the qwerty just like a butter spreading on the bread.This is one reason why i am not taking up writing as my full time profession ,although after my graduation in Occupational therapy i was very keen in doing my Masters in English Literature and taking it up. But i gave a thought to it and finally had decided to continue in the same field and keep writing as my hobby.People may have different opinion on the same but i believe that this one skill should not be kept for judgement and stress.Although i take genuine criticism very constructively and is open to learning. But i believe my skill as writer should be free of time constraints,performance pressure,grammar ideologies and all the different standards that are measured to be effective writer.Though putting up a book is my dream but i haven't set any timeline to it.Again i believe it will happen when it is to.In the meanwhile i will enjoy this luxury of expression that is a window to my closed emotions which at times hyper ventilate to survive the norms and discrepancies of society.
I am happy to breakthrough the block and be back on this page.
Fast forward from November  2019 to May 2020,a lot happened in between both personally and professional but above all CORONA and lock down.
Surely my next post will follow on this.

-SSW

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