the space between

the space between
your heart and mine 
is the space we'll fill with time... 


Dave Matthews Band

How long has it been since I wrote?!

Yesterday I tried to write, and I sucked at it. Now I suck at various things at various levels, such as skipping, driving, breaking an egg expertly (and turning it into a fried egg), mathematics, PHYSICS, etc. (The list I should be sad to say is endless!) But all my life since I was five, I've rather prided myself on being able to write. But lately, my brains have turned to saw dust with too much of the real world. I no longer write about stuff that I used to love writing about, such as nature, rain , sunshine, love , laughter, dreams,jewellery. And I try to discourage people from visiting this place. 

So yesterday, when I decided to write a simple yet beautiful few lines, and I failed miserably,  I did what any fallen from grace 'writer' would do. I cribbed about it to my cute guy, (who told me to stop wallowing in self pity) and I wallowed about in self pity, claiming my gift had been robbed by my cruel alternate career and the mundane life that I now lead. (When did I not?! )

I've been reading a looootttttt of MOM blogs lately, and I find that having a cute house, having multiple cute children and a good camera are quite possibly enough tools for a good blog. Well I do live in a cute house, but Im not the 'woman' of the house, and I dont have even ONE cute kid, let alone multiple , and lets just not talk about my camera. I don't sit around documenting my life like I see those wonderful ladies do, but instead I go live it. I go to work (my internship) and honestly there's nothing remotedly interesting about that. Because whn I say "interning" people assume its with some hot shot advertising  / media firm, but no such luck as I intern with a chartered accountancy firm. I wish I could somehow glamourise what I do in a day, but then I probably wouldn't be able to recognize my OWN job! 

So since that takes up my entire day, and my social life is honestly, just depressing , and my love life is a secret which must remain under wraps I find that I have nothing to write about ! Which leads us to the ol forgotten, withering under a pile of dust, seldom visited, never updated- blog!

 

Aah well! 

Wouldn't you rather live the great adventure than write about it?