I swear, I’m trying to work on these month-long hiatuses.
To be fair to myself, I wasn’t M.I.A. for nothing. Since my last post almost six months ago, I started my first full-time job, and what they say about the 8-5 grind is true. It gets more or less exhausting, physically and mentally. Week nights are reserved for time spent with my boyfriend, reluctant gym sessions, church-related activities, or meal-prepping for my gastrointestinal syndrome-induced diet (a later post); and weekends tend to take on the literal meaning of “Netflix & chill”. The idea of spending even more hours in front of a dimly lit screen makes my already tired eyes close shut with fatigue.
It was disheartening to see myself lose my creative juice, the unique spark that used to inspire me to adventure with camera in hand, to write honest expressions from the heart, or to immerse myself in new and challenging experiences through different artistic avenues. That disheartenment often becomes a downward spiral, an all-too-true reality that I think will resonate with a lot of creative people at one point in their lives.
I’m aiming to be more realistic with my goals for this blog. In terms of the frequency of posts, I’ll do my best to post consistently–not daily, or even weekly, but monthly in the least. At the same time, I’m aiming to be more aware and intentional of my creative and spiritual nourishment and growth. In other words, I want my posts to be based on organic creative experiences, not forced and written just for the sake of producing blog posts.
In the meantime that I get back on my feet, here’s an old collection of analog photos from a brief trip up north. I’m dying to get back in the air to travel again. Here’s to more wandering of new, unfamiliar streets.