#AtoZChallenge

I am back to blogging, rather posting on my Blog after a long time!

It took my friend Mallika and the AtoZ Blogging Challenge to get me to write on my blog again :)

I am truly grateful to Mallika for introducing me to this challenge and I am thankful to this world-wide break as well!

This break was indeed much needed for not just me, but for the world!

People are getting better, getting to know themselves better, the environment seems happier.

Humans have been shown their spot in this World and I am super proud of Nature for having done that!

Being a professional Writer can be liberating and daunting at the same time.

I haven't adapted a good 'writing discipline' especially when it comes to writing for self.

And I hated that I was stuck with ideas, was lazy and not motivated to write and publish.

Yes I wrote some stories and scribblings in between but have been resisting to put it up.

I missed free-writing. Writing without inhibitions, expectations!

I sincerely hope this challenge makes me come over my under-confidence and inhibitions!

#AtoZChallenge is about posting a story every day alphabetically.

Since I found out about this challenge, after it had been flagged off, I decided to jump in right in between!

I am starting with letter D with the hope of finishing A-C soon!

As I toyed around with the theme, I remembered that I wanted to put down my memories and stories for the longest time. So I consciously chose the theme: Memories!

From now on and even after the challenge ends, I intend on posting regularly on my post.

Not that I run a mutual admiration society with myself, but I indeed enjoy reading my older posts.

I started writing this blog when I was in college. Since 2012, my ideas, my life, people, experiences have undergone a huge shift.

It's assuring for me to go back and read my old blog posts. It instills hope in me.

It reminds me to have 'wonder in the eyes while looking at the world.'

It also gives me confidence to write on and move on and work towards a brighter future!

Through this month, I would be following the Challenge and posting my personal anecdotes, memories and a few stories related to memories.

Here's wishing myself a 'Good Luck' and 'Happy Writing' :)

(image courtesy: google images)

Comments

Unknown said…

This is the best challenge so far !! 😁
So good to see you back on your blog😘♥️

April 8, 2020 at 10:12 AM

ofchaisandwhys said…

Glad I could help! Love the choice of theme. Looking ahead to read more.

April 9, 2020 at 7:18 PM

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