Plain Day

When I started blogging, my mind was filled with thoughts, filled with words. My heart felt a lot of things. I could not wait to write them down each day. Writing about my thoughts and feelings helped me resolve some issues I had in me. It taught me a little about forgiveness, about imperfections, humanity, about love. It also helped me discover my passions. It is still helping me get to know myself more and the life around me.

I just noticed one thing and maybe it happens to other people too. When my father went to heaven, it suddenly felt like there is nothing more I can write about. No inspiring stories or reflections in my head. I was not sure how I was feeling. For a long time I just went on with the flow. It has been a year now. I don’t feel the same. However, I find delight in interviewing people who inspire me. Maybe this is a way to get me inspired again and get me back on track.

For now, I will keep looking for that inspiration.

Rainy Day

For some reasons I do not yet understand,  I have always been drawn to rainy days. It is indeed a pain bringing a child to school when the rain pours down as I carry a 2 year old and an umbrella on the other hand. But it delights me. The feel…the sound…the cloudy and gloomy skies. I love everything about it. When it is pouring down, I feel cozier.My mind relaxed. As I sip my beloved coffee on a rainy day.