Most of my blogger friends would know (and would have probably gotten used to) me as a person who enjoys starting a new blog, religiously updating for the first couple of days or weeks, getting sidetracked with life, then completely forgetting and moving on to a newer blog a few months after. For the record, I’ve lost count of the number of blogs I used to have before alwaysthepungirl. So far though, I haven’t had the urge yet to wrap this up and start a new one – which perhaps is good, for a change.
So yes, I’ve decided to begin again… on the same page.
I honestly don’t know how to restart blogging (if you can call it that). I’ve been gone for too long and the only form of writing I ever get to do these past couple of months has been confined to my nursing notes, to-do lists, and tweets (I guess I’ve even gotten past the phase of posting long, cheesy birthday dedications on people’s Facebook Walls). I might have, for more than once, fantasized on starting a vlog but thought against it every single time – I’m quite content with my IG stories for now, thank you very much).
There is no perfect excuse for this hiatus. I guess I’m just… living. That’s all.
Over the past couple of years, I can say my life had been more about surviving than living. This, whatever this state I’m in at the moment, is a breather. I’m living my life – and I don’t think I’m being selfish for doing so.
However, trust me when I say that this ‘living’ has not always been bright and going in my favor. I had my fair share of disappointments, heartbreaks, down moments ever since I decided to Live. Sometimes, it even surprises me to see how I still get to find humor in things given what I’ve gone through. Ha, I can be a tough cookie after all.
But I guess it’s the disappointments, heartbreaks, down moments that have motivated me to continue living and, by saying that, to live better. Because naturally competitive as I am, I wouldn’t want these things to be the end of me.