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Light and darkness

I haven't been feeling quite myself lately. I haven't been very happy both personally and professionally.

It's like a piece of me has been missing. I've been going through the motions of daily life mechanically feeling like it's not me, but someone else who's going through everything.

Also, the thought of quitting journalism has been coming to my mind a lot lately. And I haven't actually acknowledged it until now.

What has been the most indicative of my distaste of anything to do with journalism has been the fact that I've been quite disinclined to even blog. And that is something that's never happened before.

I know journalism doesn't have much to do with blogging, but for me, the happier I've been the more I've wanted to blog and I haven't felt like blogging in months now. And all the last few posts you've seen have been me pushing myself to write, just because I hate seeing this blog dead.

Personally is a whole other issue, on the other hand, and one I don't really want to get into. Maybe I will someday, but I seriously doubt it.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

~Henry Longfellow

Comments

Homecooked said…
Hope you find your groove soon! Missing ur cheery posts. Come back soon :) Hugs!
cheer up....this shall pass...everyone says so :)....and everyone is right.....:)

write happy things...if you can't find anything....hunt for it...and put lots of smileyss...at least you'll smile looking back at them :)

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