The Comeback Chronicles: From Lost Words to Found Joy

I’m back on my blog after a protracted hiatus, and if you’re one of the few who noticed, thank you for sticking with me. I owe you an apology and an explanation, and I’m ready to share.

Well, I admit I don’t have a compelling reason for why I stopped writing. Really, I just kept telling myself it was due to an overwhelming sense of busyness. Truth be told, I am neck-deep in work that I staunchly believe in, and there have been significant changes on the personal and family front. Time seems to be rushing past me, and I found myself lost in the whirlwind.

Initially, there was the excitement of change. Then came the settling in, followed by a sense of losing myself. I gradually convinced myself that it’s okay not to find time to write. However, I was wrong. There’s nothing else that brings me more joy, so I decided to reclaim that joy and make time for what is so close to my heart. I urge you to consider doing the same.

It’s remarkably easy to lose oneself, but it’s crucial to hold on.

It’s easier to lose than find oneself, a truth that resonates even more for individuals like me—a woman juggling myriad responsibilities. We often lose ourselves in our children, spouses, and the incessant responsibilities and worries we carry around. The result? Our happiness becomes conditional—dependent on external factors like our child’s success, our spouse’s attentiveness, or things working out exactly as we envision.

However, I realise the key is to find joy in what we can control—our passions and hobbies. Be it a creative pursuit, a sport, or any activity that brings you genuine happiness, these are the anchors that keep us grounded.

Prioritise yourself

You need to be on the top of your list. No one else will prioritize you, no matter what you choose to believe. I know it may sound cliché, but loving yourself is crucial. For me, being at peace with myself has been a journey. I’ve been my biggest critic, often unforgiving of my mistakes. Lately, I’ve been proactively trying to accept myself by repeating in my mind that I am enough. It seems to be working, but I still have days when it absolutely does not.

There’s a long way to go before I truly start loving myself, but I’ll get there-at least that’s my hope.

So, what’s next? I’m going to do what I can—restart writing. I won’t keep sacrificing pieces of myself at the altar of seemingly more important things. How can what gives me joy not be as important? I have so much to say, and I am going to find the time to do it. The next post won’t be boring, I promise, and it won’t take as long as this did.

See you soon!