So I’ve promised to write about places I’ve visited in Essex and Suffolk last week…
That was the opening line…looks like it is the closing one as well, because I don’t seem to find words to say this time…it is not the places, it is me…Once I liked to play with web designing, created few pages with my favourite songs…I remember how I enjoyed it, how was inspired by certain songs…then the inspiration’s gone…I kind of lost the moment and reason when it happened. I simply am not “enchanted” by the process anymore…the same seems to be happening with the travel blogging…it used to be my passion, I could give it all my time at times even taking it away from the daily tasks…now it feels more like an obligation…funny huh? I do understand this is just me, no one else is forcing me and my diary might’ve been more popular if I’d rather bitch about my private life instead. This was never my idea of a diary though – to make the top of the hits…and I would prefer to share good things, interesting things then miserable moods and depressive rants…and I honestly cannot say that I don’t come across good and interesting things in my life…what’s the matter with me I don’t know…but there are places worthy of sharing and there is a wish to share them…there is no longer ability to do so…writer’s block or state of mind?..
That was the opening line…looks like it is the closing one as well, because I don’t seem to find words to say this time…it is not the places, it is me…Once I liked to play with web designing, created few pages with my favourite songs…I remember how I enjoyed it, how was inspired by certain songs…then the inspiration’s gone…I kind of lost the moment and reason when it happened. I simply am not “enchanted” by the process anymore…the same seems to be happening with the travel blogging…it used to be my passion, I could give it all my time at times even taking it away from the daily tasks…now it feels more like an obligation…funny huh? I do understand this is just me, no one else is forcing me and my diary might’ve been more popular if I’d rather bitch about my private life instead. This was never my idea of a diary though – to make the top of the hits…and I would prefer to share good things, interesting things then miserable moods and depressive rants…and I honestly cannot say that I don’t come across good and interesting things in my life…what’s the matter with me I don’t know…but there are places worthy of sharing and there is a wish to share them…there is no longer ability to do so…writer’s block or state of mind?..