Page Break

The last post here was in Nov 2006.

Did thinking just stop since then? More or less drifting since then...

If a break is to be taken, it will cut me off from reality and routine. But isn't that what I want/desperately need?

Come to think of it, even regular life cuts me off from reality and a semblance of a routine.

What difference would being away make then? Supposed to send a whiff of fresh air and bring in a new appreciation and joy for life and a spring in my step and attitude. Would it fulfil its promise?

How has being cautious helped so far? Where has it gotten me? NOWHERE.
(that can be read as two words or as one.)

On the other hand, a few risks and impulses taken recently have filled me with a happiness I had long forgotten. Indulging my whim of getting myself a camera, although I've a long way to go in using it well, and fulfilling a dream wish for her has eased up some of my angst for sure.

Love thyself. Have been doing that lately after a long, long time.

It does help and heal a bit. Should try it some more and often :-)