Hello blog readers :)
This is the last post I'll be putting up on this blog. Methinks I'm not done with blogging yet, but I am done here and would like to put the reasons for my ending of this writing experience in my life.
When I started writing this blog, it was Indian summer. I had recovered some serious joy and sense of true self that had been lacking over the months prior, let's say. During that time, the internal question I kept asking was, "What does your inner child want to do?" My inner child wanted to get a blog going. It's something I've shyed away from trying in the past due to its privacy-encroaching nature. I wanted to communicate my happiness with others, and to try and pass on lessons my soul had learned. I view this blog as detailing a phase in my life that has ended.
Over the past few months, I can't say I've been really happy. Things happen to drag you down, and I've been down. A lot of the stuff that's written on this blog, actually, most of the things I wrote when I visited Lebanon in the winter, and then came back to Prague - a lot of that, I now feel, doesn't faithfully represent who I am. A lot of the ideas contradict one another, which reflects the confused sense of self I've had in the past few months. I'm becoming free now, and remembering my inner child. But I'm hesitant now to put all my experiences out there for the virtual world to see. I started taking a creativity course, the well-known Artist's Way, and I'm enamored. There's an exercise I have to do every morning, when I get up, and it's the Morning Pages. Three pages of stream-of-consciousness-style writing. Which is what I do on this blog. Which was not, mind you, the original intention. It's just that I tend to rely on what I write here as an emotional release. I toy around with feelings and ideas here, so I don't have to do it in my writing. Because I am, after all, a writer. An author. It's something I've decided upon. And writing on this blog puts a lot of pressure on my spirit, because I'm always wondering why I'm not being true to myself.
Now that I have the Morning Pages, I'm not going to fill in this blog. I need to deal with myself, by myself. It wasn't the case before, but this is the need of the moments.
I won't take down the blog. Let it float there, in cyber space, until a new idea comes.
I'm really happy for the e-mails and fb messages I got from you guys about some of the content. Thanks, guys. It's appreciated. Live your lives.
So, I'll go now. Hasta la vista, First Blog. Did you right, I think, but I've grown distracted and uninspired. I'm not one for doing things half-way.
See you.
Your friendly Water Bearer OUT, to explore new seas, and pour forth experience from another brown jug.
This is the last post I'll be putting up on this blog. Methinks I'm not done with blogging yet, but I am done here and would like to put the reasons for my ending of this writing experience in my life.
When I started writing this blog, it was Indian summer. I had recovered some serious joy and sense of true self that had been lacking over the months prior, let's say. During that time, the internal question I kept asking was, "What does your inner child want to do?" My inner child wanted to get a blog going. It's something I've shyed away from trying in the past due to its privacy-encroaching nature. I wanted to communicate my happiness with others, and to try and pass on lessons my soul had learned. I view this blog as detailing a phase in my life that has ended.
Over the past few months, I can't say I've been really happy. Things happen to drag you down, and I've been down. A lot of the stuff that's written on this blog, actually, most of the things I wrote when I visited Lebanon in the winter, and then came back to Prague - a lot of that, I now feel, doesn't faithfully represent who I am. A lot of the ideas contradict one another, which reflects the confused sense of self I've had in the past few months. I'm becoming free now, and remembering my inner child. But I'm hesitant now to put all my experiences out there for the virtual world to see. I started taking a creativity course, the well-known Artist's Way, and I'm enamored. There's an exercise I have to do every morning, when I get up, and it's the Morning Pages. Three pages of stream-of-consciousness-style writing. Which is what I do on this blog. Which was not, mind you, the original intention. It's just that I tend to rely on what I write here as an emotional release. I toy around with feelings and ideas here, so I don't have to do it in my writing. Because I am, after all, a writer. An author. It's something I've decided upon. And writing on this blog puts a lot of pressure on my spirit, because I'm always wondering why I'm not being true to myself.
Now that I have the Morning Pages, I'm not going to fill in this blog. I need to deal with myself, by myself. It wasn't the case before, but this is the need of the moments.
I won't take down the blog. Let it float there, in cyber space, until a new idea comes.
I'm really happy for the e-mails and fb messages I got from you guys about some of the content. Thanks, guys. It's appreciated. Live your lives.
So, I'll go now. Hasta la vista, First Blog. Did you right, I think, but I've grown distracted and uninspired. I'm not one for doing things half-way.
See you.
Your friendly Water Bearer OUT, to explore new seas, and pour forth experience from another brown jug.