Return of the Giant

It's been a while, but my return to the world of blogging was inevitable because, if you haven't noticed from my previous posts, I really enjoyed it, however, life has a sneaky way of getting in the way of the things that I enjoy the most sometimes. Take art for example, I used to dedicate every single Sunday to painting, drawing, reading and writing. However getting married, moving into my first home, buying a new car, starting a few new jobs etc. . . Has influenced me to spend my spare time in different ways. Thus, instead of "wasting my time" doing art on Sundays, they were spent doing chores around the house; grocery shopping; planning meals for the week; and ensuring that my magic schedule, that somehow allows me to juggle 3 jobs at once, still made half-sense.

With that small change, I found myself losing a part of myself that I loved. The artist in me was slowly dying, and it wasn't until I started explaining to a friend of mine, WHY I loved writing so much that I realized that I had stopped! Thankfully Facebook Messages captured that moment of inspiration. This is what I wrote to him:

"I believe in the power of healing through writing. I am bound to my sacred journal, and pour my soul into it every day to maintain the smile on my face."

He decided to start his own blog, and I congratulated him for doing so.

After reading it, I wrote the following message to him:

"Thank you so much for starting the blog, and giving people a peek of what goes down behind the superman scene. It is humbling to read that you too are human (I know it sounds silly) but often when people are motivated by others, they don't think they have problems. They almost see them as "surreal" and you are VERY real."

In order to understand what I mean, I suggest you take a look at his first blog posting.

Alas, re-activating this old blog of mine was partially due to me practicing what I was preaching to my dear friend. . . What makes you more accountable for writing, then a public blog?

Keep your eyes open for more postings from this friendly giant lady, and I thank you for reading about what has inspired my blissful return to the blogging world.

Bye for now!

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