a new hiding place.

9:38 AM

A phone call from a good friend woke me from my dreamless sleep. She had phoned to see how I am doing with my Maslow process, and had asked if I made any progress overnight. Unfortunately, not. I have not yet begun to emit any tears and this worries me. Maybe my tearducts are in need of a good fixing.

A good conversation, it was... short, but substantial. It called to mind the fact that sometimes you are your own worst enemy. Dispensing advice is easy. Following through with your own advice is a task. To really live by your own advice is GOLDEN.

The little talk with my friend made me backtrack on the things that I've said to her not so long ago. It forced me to recall the little things on top of my head that I've spilled for her well being. I recall advising her to shut down her old blog and turn the chapter, which she did rather courageously. It was a good start... one that took off from an ending which overshadowed the dreariness of having to write at a familiar place that would bring back temporarily unwanted memories. As the world turns and I find myself in a similar situation, I realized that I want the same thing: a courageous start. And that is how this blog came into existence.

I want nothing else but to be unsilenced. I wish not to be abridged, kept in the dark, filtered and unacknowledged.

In my head I see myself as a child running up to the attic of my old home. In my make-believe fortress with a flashlight and blanket in tow, I would read books, draw pictures, talk to myself and daydream until dawn.

Here is my new supersecret hideaway.