I keep telling myself I need to come back here and write, yet I keep finding myself with too much to say that I end up saying and thus writing …nothing. Where do I begin? It’s not so much that too much of life is and has been happening – but these things that happen and are happening; they’re no longer easy to write about and share. Not… for public consumption.
I think, above all, it’s simply cos I’ve been doing a lot of thinking:
How do I move on and successfully force a paradigm shift unto myself?
How do I best approach my constant ineffective communication woe with my boss?
How do I learn to better hold back while still maintaining an authentic self?
How do I come-to-terms with no longer being able to keep friends the way I did as a child?
How do I silence and put to rest endless internal complexes?
How do I survive the predicaments I find myself struggling with right now?
How do I…
Where do I begin – how – on any of them when I don’t know them and myself well to begin with?