How It Happened, My First Step Towards Journalling.

I had it written down somewhere, 16 April 2014. Nudged by unsettling nerves which eventually settled, I celebrated an occasion on rising above the mostly imagined insurmountable waves – by writing it down. I overcame a public speaking presentation for a mandatory course in my first year of university. Story short, I thought the worst out of the situation but the event unfolded rather positively. I wanted it to be a constant reminder that most of my worries are the product of my imaginations running wild, to snap myself out of the fictional bubble I enclose myself in if the need arises. As far as human minds go, I realized that this concept never sticks: “Most of our worries never happen. ” It could be in human’s nature to have the tendency to worry even if we knew the odds, even if the odds play favorably for us. Therefore, as an attempt to hack the mind, I wanted to safe-keep a personal victorious scene somewhere, in case the mind starts going bonkers and stand against myself (so much for loyalty).

That was my starting point. That was my trigger, my memorable first baby steps into journaling.

Fortunately and unfortunately, just like any other interest, it is easier to start something than to maintain it. A flicker of fire sparks the light in us, but a simple unintended overlook might extinguish the flame that once burned so bright. As far as I see it, the good side is, if you’re sticking with it even after failing a couple of times, that’s a pretty good hint that it might be what you’re searching high and low for; You might have just stumbled upon your passion that you actively seek. Just like the story of the red thread of fate, just like how god ties an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet, just like how cords can be pulled and tangled but never broken, you’ll find your passion just like how you’ll meet your persons.

My first baby steps into journaling had its own setbacks, frequently restarting me back at zero. But ultimately, it has evolved slowly but steadily, from baby steps to giant strides.

That’s my story. What’s yours?

How It Happened, The First Post To WriterWorks.

The idea of having a blog came with lots of exhilaration with an equivalent seed of unease. I wasn’t a good writer, but writing has been an immensely incredible hobby for me. Recording my life in a journal as I go became a place for solitary, embracing calm and peace in the unrested mind and worrisome soul. But blogging’s entirely different – it’s a whole new ball game.

Just like any journey we choose to embark on, the unchartered path makes me waver and stand rooted to the ground. The first post never came, even when the days went by.

It was like the waves crashed hard onto the shore even before I could start surfing – and before I know, I’ve retreated for the safer grounds. (Waves being worries and attempts at writing a blog being surfing. )

Nonetheless, I was excited about the prospect of it. Imagining riding the waves with intricate skills, flaunting to the deep blue sea and smirking at the bright sun staring down at me. I was, however, skipping the steps in between – the inevitable daily practices. Getting to the end game right from the start isn’t possible, and it wouldn’t have been as fun and satisfying. That was my final attempt just thinking about it and the first considerable effort in writing out my first draft to this post. I took my time to decide on the fancy surfboard (the name for the blog – sorry the metaphor continues) I’ll venture the sea with, and walked towards the water with gusto. Now I know I’m ready to get my feet wet.

Reading the waves is part of the surfing game – an art to master to get better at it. The waves are what determines the direction. I’d hold on to the slightest hope that it works the same with writing and with blogging because the direction of the blog is still pretty blurry at the moment. With time, with practice, fingers crossed, I’m hoping that it gets easier to interpret the hidden hints and make everything clearer for the reader and myself. For the moment, I’ll just ride the waves and write whatever stories that come to mind. No more delay.

This is my humble beginning to something new. Come along if you’re feeling it.