Sesungguhnya aku tak tau nak tulis apa.
I write. And I deleted everything back.
I wrote again. And I selected all, and deleted everything i wrote.
I let this blog dead, when this was the place I came to ramble and spilled my heart out when I was broken, when I was ecstatic, when I was down.
Kekangan masa. And the responsibilities I have now kinda huge but hey, writing was my therapy and I should have done it more often.
I could write 10 short stories in no time.
I could write a novel when I wanted to,
I could write a poem when I felt like it.
I was a happy but sad person.
I can immerse in the sadness, the brokenness, and the darkness whenever I needed to switch on my writer's mode.
That was me, long time ago.
Do I miss her? Yes, and no.
Yes Id like to have as much free time to write, but I no longer a dedicated writer and perhaps the time for me to build my career in writing has long gone.
i am now the head of my own company with staffs to be guided, with people who I need to put first, the customers, the possible investors. And I am a mother of two, whom the kids need 100 percent of attention from their mother.
So I guess, the only time I can hold the keyboard and be completely out from the reality, is when I wake up a little bit early than the rest of the family, and write. Perhaps for 10 minutes, top.
Now my 10 minutes is up.