I’m dusting the cobwebs off this space and trying my hand at this thing called blogging again.
It has been a while since I last wrote anything. To be very honest, I did consider giving up entirely on writing in this space I used to call my own. But since I took the trouble to bother my very good friend Evonne to help port my old archives over and change my domain name, it may be fitting to try and take this in a different direction.
When I first started blogging, it was called writing in a journal. Ha. I shared stories about myself, my days, my adventures and very simply, just how I felt in general. It was liberating to be able to say what I wanted. Then, I decided beauty blogging was the way to go. I was happy to share about my make up routine, what I thought was the best foundation (these days it’s the Giorgio Armani one and Laura Mercier Tinted Moisturizer), how to make my eyes bigger and the different ways I would style my hair.
Then, there came a point where I was afraid to really air my opinions. I only wrote about what I thought people wanted to hear. After that, I got caught up with life and never had to time to sit down and reflect, and also decided that perhaps writing or blogging wasn’t my cup of tea. Now, as Henry and I move on into a new chapter of our lives, it would be nice to jot down these memories and moments that are precious to us.
Perhaps these were true reflections of the different phases I went through.
In my teens, I was living life and exploring myself.
Then, came the beauty and competition phase where I learnt to express myself through beauty and fashion.
Past that, I got caught up with experiencing life and all its nuances.
Now, I am learning to focus on what truly matters and making sure I take the time to cherish each unique moment.
A blog truly grows and evolves with you, and is there whenever you need some space to air your thoughts. The one thing I am thankful that never changes with a blog is the beauty of story-telling.
I have missed telling stories. It is through story-telling that we bond; it is through story-telling that we learn about the world; it is through story-telling that we get to know what defines someone.
These days, though, I must admit, it is much easier to share my crazy stories through quicker mediums like Snapchat. Bouncing through one airport after another while racing to catch back-to-back flights hardly ever leaves me any time to scrawl notes. Yet, there is something truly satisfying about putting pen to paper even in this day and age of digitization, so I still carry a pen and notebook in hopes that one day, the spark of writing in a beat-up old notebook strikes me again.
But for now, I think this will do.