Why is putting a piece together so difficult.

Writing has always been easy for me, more especially if I had to just write anything in the lines of an opinion piece. Lots and lots of brilliant ideas would just flood in my mind, it was just matter of attending to it by a getting my apparatus (pen and paper) and bleed – jot it down there and there.

I feel incomplete, there is definitely something missing in my life and yes I know exactly what it is, the unexplainable feeling of having to complete writing my article; going through it once more and smile at the end right after I end it with a full stop, yet don’t have words to put down so it becomes an article.

I didn’t have much of an audience, but those five people who would go through what I had put together and at least one would relate, learn something or take an advice is all I ever wanted. To learn, inspire, educate, bring/create perspectives and to do justice to whatever I put out there. I do not yet expect a lot of people to go through what I write but I just want to produce quality work and allow that to be a determining factor if that keeps the eyes of the reader glued for a minute and even above that.

It is almost a year, and to think of it; I have not been really productive nor to put into perspective what is happening around me. I am ashamed of myself. And towards the last days of 2018, I will be amongst those who always compile a list of New Year’s resolutions and slowly forget about it a couple of days just after the 1^st of January 2019 if not weeks.

It is sad to actually realise how we choose to ignore and easily let go of what we are good at, letting it be left outside to be exposed to intense weather conditions until it starts to rust like a piece of metal and seen as useless. We are all differently gifted, it is just a matter of acknowledging your gift and abilities and refine it, let it shine.

Imagine having to live your precious 24 hours of your day complaining about not being happy where you at. Having to drag yourself out if bed every day in the early hours of the morning in order to prepare to go to a place called work where you are most certainly unhappy at, and even a thought of it makes you think of calling sick everyday if it was possible; but unfortunately bills needs to be attended too. In all honesty, most of us start up in such working place but it is by choice as to how long you decide to bear with living a Monday to Friday life miserably by what you decide to do or not.

I hope today things change and I will not be the only one who pick and dust themselves up and bring back that exciting feeling of getting at your work place and do what you love. Let us continue pushing and believing in ourselves and build a brand that is you, – do you! I will not stop writing.