Every start of another year, I have this urge to revisit an old blog, which has been sitting idle for almost two years, and do some writing exercises.
The enthusiasm, however, immediately starts to vanish once I sit down in front of the computer monitor, open the browser, check the email, and read the Facebook messages and notifications.
The first challenge is to remember the password of my blog account. When finally the site opens, the ordeal of writing the first sentences comes.
(There’s also a new editor format for WordPress that one has to familiarize with.)
What to write during the first working day of the year when the spirit is still willing, the hangover is still fresh, and the mind blank.
I’ve noticed many times friends, colleagues, and even oneself describing New Year as a “new beginning.”
I felt “smart” when I woke up this morning and realized, while looking for my pair of slippers and deciding whether to have coffee or turmeric, that a new year is a continuation of the previous year.
It took me 52 years to realize it. It took the joint pains, the pain on the lower back, and the reluctance to get up early for me to finally realize that 2019 is a continuation of 2018, and we’re not “starting over again.”
I finally decided to have coffee, and I’m getting the hang of the new WordPress “block editor.”