HI, AGAIN
I’ve been out of this for a while, and feel strange about returning. Writing is such a joy for me, and yet so hard to do. I’m guilty of putting too much pressure on myself-not just here but in every aspect of my life- to the point of not wanting to do it at all. I’m returning and hoping to ease this pressure everyday, by writing just for me. No expectations, no stress. I might have stopped writing but I haven’t stopped reading. After reading 42 books last year, my goal for this year was 50. I’ve read 61 this year so far. My devotion to reading widely and often is proof to myself that I’m capable of forming new habits, something I’m desperate to do as I start my 21 st year around the sun. It is only natural that I should read so much, as books are my most reliable source of pleasure. If anything, I’m committed to maximising moments of bliss. Getting through so many books is not mindless or easy, and I live a busy life, but I make it a priority. I read every morning with bre