Starting on a Blank Page (Probably)

some wild grass

It's funny how things feel so strange now.

The feel of my fingertips as I type.

The homepage.

The posts.

The past couple of months I had been away from writing in general. I would partially blame it on having many chores at home, at work and on some side hustles. Mostly I would blame on procrastination.

The thing about writing though is the moment you start it, it already becomes a part of you. In everything that you do. You may fail to notice it but I'm almost a 100% sure that it occurs on me and you.

The past weeks were spent mostly outdoors, thus the photo, as we feel like we need to spend more time outdoors with family. (It's been working out good so far.)Lately though, I'd been trying (itching, rather) to write again. I don't know. Probably because nights of sleeping eay too early had been pretty regretful becuase of the wasted time I should have done something way more useful or probably because in a way, like I said, writing is already a part of me.

So yeah.

This is me trying to start (again) on a blank page.

I hope to write on a few blank ones soon.

Thanks for dropping by. ❤

All the best! {always}

~filnette 🍀