In the still of the night.

As I gaze through my window
And my thoughts turn to you – Cole Porter

It’s been a long time.

It really really has been a long time.

I’m again in the Land of the Long White Cloud where I am participating in the one off event of a wedding – my sister’s, to be precise. The flight was long, I was tired, and for a few days, I struggled heavily with jetlag and trying to wake up on time. The family does not quite tolerate sleep ins.

Its been an interesting beginning of the year. Already, I have travelled to this sleepy town 3 times in the last 6 months and the travelling does get a bit…tedious, shall I say? It’s nice to get back into a routine but it’s a bit rough when the whole thing is uprooted and next thing you know…you’ve got to try and adjust back into your old routine again.

This year, for me, is a lot of new resolutions, some forced, some self motivated, requiring a lot of discipline. Quite a large part of it pertains to my health and fitness (running a marathon in June, exercising at least 3 times a week, consuming more vegetables in my diet) while others tie in to career (just found out working in Canada sucks eggs due to very stringent registration criteria and trying to do better in my current one so that I can have serious discussions with my boss regarding my monthly moolah) and finances (I seem to bleed money very easily.)

 
It’s early days, definitely. It gets a bit overwhelming at times, and I feel that I can’t quite catch my breath. And the longer I hold it in, I feel like I want to let it explode. But I am doing all right so far. I cannot say that I have completely lost control.

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Sneaky reasons why I have not been actively jotting down notes here as often.

1. I don’t always have access to a computer.
2. When I find myself in quite moments and with a hot beverage, my journal is usually more accessible. And because I write slower than I type, I seem to write more nonsense and it leaves me with some kind of blank space in my head that I find rather soothing. Nothing better than a mind fart to clear the air (pun totally intended.)

I’m trying to use it more. Honestly, I am.

It is quite disgusting how the book has sat in my bag for about 2 years or more and I write in 2 month periods, or sometimes, more than 6 months. The words are always scribbled in some way or form, there is no beauty or elegance in writing (as seen in movies where the protagonist would scribble in an oh-so-elegant way and Morgan Freeman seems to be the one narrating the words) and the words flow in beautiful cursive that I need to practise really hard to get back into.

But I am writing and I am writing more. Hooray. Can’t really complain about that, can we?

Tootles.