Any blogging expert will tell you that a blog's viability lies in its USP. My blogs have none, at least none that I recognise. They are self-indulgent online journals where I try and find my voice and in the process giving you, the reader, glimpses into my life; hopefully hold a mirror, here and there, once in a while.
When I started out with this one, it was a means to cope with a lot of newness then in my life - marriage, cohabitation, change of country, unemployment, and all the pushes and pulls that come with change. Laughing or attempting to laugh at the settling in took the sting out of the challenge of accepting change. Yesterday I found another use of virtual diaries - time travel. Looking back at the posts, they took me back to a time, and the then me...someone who, till today, I had not realised I had missed.
What brought me back to my debut blog was the chatter y'day around International Mother-language daynand I was reminded of this post that I wrote moons ago. From here I went to the chronicles of the first few days of my marriage - the laughs, the heartaches, the lessons, the blahness, but in all that I found something that I never appreciated in myself- the willingness to hope, a certain lightness of being, to find humour where there was none and to keep trying no matter what. Qualities I seem to have left by the wayside in the last few years for many reasons.
One of the major shifts was motherhood. It came with its gifts, and its lessons. It was now time to process new emotions offline. There were others things too that added to the curriculum. On the upside, I learnt to take my time looking for words to match what I was feeling. I became more private, less apologetic; joy now is more precious and less selfish. On the other hand life feels a wee bit heavier, a bit too serious.
Reading the old posts did not evoke nostalgia of the days gone by but of the person I used to be. If only I knew then how much I would miss her, I wouldn't have let her go (now I know how my exes felt! Kidding).
Maybe the answer to current ennui is not picking up yet another creative assignment but invoking a certain state of mind - the one that allowed me to find humour in the unlikeliest of places. Maybe its time to bring her back - that funny, sometimes silly and (almost) always hopeful person; she was after all, me.