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Staring at the blank page, waiting for ideas to visit me to write about. It is surprising because my mind is full of constant chatter. Never at rest, not even for a moment; a pursuit of scores of people embarked on this journey (think of silent retreats, meditations, mindfulness sessions). Thoughts come and go, uninvited. But when I write, it is challenging to decide what to write about.

For quite some time, I have been thinking of writing. Always put it off because of one reason or other. Procrastination in overdrive. Convinced me why there are better times than this; I am busy and need to finish this first. Told me stories I wanted to hear.

While reflecting between Christmas and New Year’s eve, I decided to experiment.

Start writing.

People I look up to told me that when I start writing, there’ll be crappy first drafts. But don’t worry, and keep writing. Gather the courage to put your pen on the paper. It won’t be easy, but you must overcome that resistance. Btw, “Courage” is a topic very dear to my heart. I’ll keep coming back to this.

Life is too short to miss something you really want to do. Why not do it while you can? Who cares if it is a crappy first draft? Oh, that feeling is so liberating.

Take care, and take care of each other.