The past week has been a week of reflection and recalibration and a reminder on how important it is to take (better) care of myself. It is also a reminder that it is completely possible to care for others and for yourself both at the same time. I guess I forgot that. But that is okay, sometimes it takes forgetting to remember - yes, sometimes (most of the time) life works in funny ways.
I have missed writing.
I am not sure why it is taking me this long to get back on here and just...write and I feel like I am about to come up with excuses as to why I have not been writing so let's just stop there.
Anyway.
I asked a few friends some questions on missing someone or anyone, and like many other human beings who seek reassurance, I knew the answer to my questions before I asked them out loud yet I still asked them. First question - is it possible to miss someone/some places/some memories/anything so much your heart feels like it is going to burst because you can't do anything about it? Second question - if you stop saying it out loud that you miss that someone/some places/some memories/anything will you eventually stop missing them?
Oh well.
Anyway.
Life has been busy and I have always liked being busy. I never know how to deal with idleness - I am always out there, doing things and trying my best to make things happen - but hey sometimes life teaches you things and sometimes these things change you. So I am learning to deal with things I never knew how to, and if there were any advices I could offer, it would be to embrace it all with patience.
I have missed writing. Maybe I should write about how for the longest time my heart has not fluttered the way it does (not quite) recently, but that is a story for another day.
Till then.
Love,
Filzah R.
