It\u2019s almost midnight, but I\u2019m fully awake. With my phone in my hands tapping letters on the screen, under the blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m feeling guilty. I promised myself to not use screens before bedtime anymore. But here I am again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the silence of this night, I can hear my daughter\u2019s breathing. And inside me, I can feel my ideas bursting. Something, I haven\u2019t had for a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tonight, after reading A Long Way Home: A Memoir, I feel the need to open this blog again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s hard to believe that my last post was two years ago! Nothing after that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For two years, I was busy being a mother. A teacher. And everything in between.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This morning, I bought the book.Tonight, I finished it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And somehow, the writer in me has once again awaken from a long deep sleep. I have been wanting to write something meaningful. But, time has passed, and no letter was tapped. No sentences were formed. Nothing is written.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tonight is different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tonight, I am writing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
My sentences might not be perfect. The grammar might be off. Maybe , I just want to be me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As imperfect as a human as I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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We are now living in a world relying on artificial intelligence. Photos can be edited to perfection. Sentences are polished in seconds, and information is one finger tap away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But with these \u201cperfection\u201d, we somehow lose the real \u201cconnection\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe writing doesn\u2019t need to be perfect. It just needs to be done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So tonight, under the blanket, to the sound of soft snoring, I tap letters on my phone\u2014and finally, I write again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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