Beginning of 2017, I am pretty much living as a nomad. Not that I have been travelling aimlessly to anywhere, but I spent almost the entire month outside of home. Aside from camping at my parents’, I stayed at my cousin’s new place, which feels like staying in a resort — it came with a package of a great scenery with breezing air.
One of the good things that I encountered throughout the year was about self-discovery. I spent plenty of time getting to know myself a little bit better, like things that I enjoyed having or stuff that I’ve always wanted to do but never had the chance. When I did a makeover to this blog this year, it was pleasing to find that writing my profile and describing more about myself was easier.
This is my first post in Year 2015 and I’m glad that 2014 is finally over. Not that I could anticipate the new chapter will have a definitive and perfect story-line, but relatively I am capable to hit the refresh button once more, and at the same time having considerate hopes and downsizing the expectations. No aggressive New Year’s resolution or 1 million bucket list of things would be made, except that my target will be narrowed down into 2 things this year – Books and Writing.
Beginning the first month of the year, I will initiate about the books.
“Hey girl, what happened to your blog? It seems that I have not been getting any new stories so far. Is everything okay on your end?”
That was a wake up call for me.
The conversation came from someone whom I barely spoken to, and when I was being asked that question, my mind was instantly switched off. I went completely blank. It felt like I was being hit by a train with unavoidable crashes. And I wasn’t quite sure what exactly happened, but I assumed it will later become a mess.