Thursday, October 31, 2019


I've been doing a lot of creative stuff lately; scrapbooking, drawing, creating a website, listening to creative podcast, reading art books etc. I've surrounded myself with so much of these lately that new ideas starts popping up; things I wanted to do and explore and I wasn't sleeping as much because I was having fun.

And I don't think I've ever surrounded myself with these much before. For 8 hours, or more, a day I go to work while counting down the days when I get to move to London. It was a long wait, a hard one and now I get to move. People kept asking me if I'll be working there and the answer is no, not yet. I'm taking a break from the 9 - 6 job...

Because I've been given permission, this pocket of time in my life to be who I wanted to be. I wanted to be an artist. No let me rephrase that, I am an artist and I want to live it fully. I'm thankful that my husband supports this. He could have said otherwise but no.

Then it got me thinking. Why do we need permission to be who we wanted to be? To do what we wanted to do? As though there's a need to explain ourselves because our situation doesn't allow it or some may think it will stir us to a wrong direction. For me I get to be creative on the side, doing hobbies but not all day, maybe for a few hours after I get home or on the weekends. Even then I'll be so tired to be doing anything and I just want to rest and catch up on TV shows.

That is why I'm savouring this moment and to remind myself that I have to bold, to brave, to challenge myself, to not stop and to keep pushing forward. Even though I'm not sure about what I'm doing or where it would lead me, I just need to be true to myself and have faith that it would all work out okay.