Reawakening

When I was younger, I used to write a lot. I loved expressing my innermost thoughts and desires. I loved sharing interesting tidbits of information about myself and my world. I loved jotting down poems that rhymed. I even kept a journal with all my unpublished poems when I was in secondary school. Suddenly, I stopped writing when I entered college. I really don’t know what happened and why it happened. Maybe because I was too preoccupied submitting the research papers, reaction papers, synthesis papers and all the other requirements in the university. Maybe I was too happy hanging out with my new friends back then. Maybe I was too embarrassed to tell them that I was a self-confessed romantic writer. Maybe I became too busy with work and my romantic relationship. Oh, yes! I remember that I wrote a lot of love letters to my then-boyfriend and now-husband. But this habit also died on our first year of marriage. Maybe it was just plain laziness on my part. No matter what the reason was, I regret not writing again. I am correcting it now. I am back. I am happy about this.