It’s my birthday on the 30th. Thank you Lord for the 42 long years, for the life I choose to live, for the ups and downs, but most of all, for the happiness of being with people I love who will be by my side no matter where the tide of life will take me.
One friend asked me if I have plans for my birthday. I told her none, because I’m filling up my enrolment fund box so any expenses like buying the silver jewelry I’ve been eyeing for months will have to wait for the meantime.
Thank you, Lord for another year.
Writing can be both fun and burden at the same time. It’s fun because you can choose to play with big words and switch to simple ones as you please. It becomes a burden when you suddenly struggle for words and couldn’t connect your thoughts coherently. Aye! No matter how long you patiently wait at every tick tock of your Rocky Patel watch, nothing makes sense. Old timers addressed the so-called ‘writer’s block’ (I prefer to call it mental block) by leaving their typewriter for a while to unwind until they stumble across a fresh idea and began pounding their typewriter keys again.