Before I start any work in the morning, I make sure I scan through a list of blogs. It doesn't matter if there are no updates, just clicking to check gives me enough satisfaction. It's a routine, almost an addiction like the way I don't come to life until I have my first cuppa of the day.
Over the years, I have endeared myself to some bloggers and became friends. I've seen them fall in love, fall out of love, get hitched or divorced, move house, have babies, eat good food and so on. Some of us have met in Singapore and other parts of the world.
Sadly, some of the bloggers who used to bring me inspiration and joy every morning simply fall off the blogging bandwagon. Day by day, I check and see no updates, then their blogs simply disappear altogether. It's sad, almost like a break-up but one learns that it is part and parcel of blogging.
A blog is afterall someone's personal diary. It's a privilege to be able to peek into the life and thoughts of a blogger. The writer has the power to thrill or charm the readers or shut them off completely at his own will.
When I started blogging, I didn't know how long I could last. It has been 2.5 years and I'm still going strong. That surprises me because I could never sustain my interest in something for that long. Readers would have noticed I had stopped doing things that I was once crazy about.
Remember the time I took up sailing? Well, that phase is over. I've stopped running in marathons too (and is now suffering from the consequences). I brought out an old belt this morning and found that it could no longer fit my waist (by alot!). Gasp!!
I had better do something about that expanding wasitline before I turn into a whale. One thing I'm happy about is I haven't stopped writing. Maybe writing is really my passion. I started writing 25 years ago, then I stopped for some years and I'm back at it again. It must be something that I love doing very much. I also realise that writing is easy now, like second nature.
So if your kids don't know what they are good at, you can't blame them. It took me 25 years to realise that I enjoy writing. I guess it's never too late.