Over the years, I have always had issues dealing with my lack of consistency. Depending way too much on inspiration to harness the power of creativity. Once lost, I lose momentum. And this time I faltered, it took me ages to get back to shape.
However, I am back. Seeing everyone with that same, old, undying passion for living and creating makes me happy. But I wonder, where have I lagged behind?
For all I know, maybe I haven't. Travelling has never been a phase for me. It is that undiminished flame, keeping me alive even when I had shut the doors of the instagram world.
What kept me dead was my not wanting to document. My not wanting to connect with anyone. The "notes" that once had all my snippets of my scattered thoughts, feelings and experiences have been replaced by office notes that I do not connect with anymore.
But what's the point anyway? Living without connecting. Acting without feeling. Breathing without immersing. Indeed not something that I am proud of.
This time around, I promise to remain consistent for the next twenty one days, starting today. To get into routine. Into practice. And into myself.
Hope you all are well.