i’ve been making a mental note over and over again to resume blogging but i’ve never quite been able to.

I’ve just never been a routines person. Yet don’t we find that being able to stick to routines make us so much more… accomplished?

It is in pursuit of discipline and an attempt to rekindle my passion for words that I am going to make a serious effort to start putting down words here again.

I look back on my older entries and see so many lengthy posts- some that resonate with me stronger than before, and some that I am completely out of tune with.

It’s almost a year since Wayne passed away and he is still one of the biggest inspirations, to me. I miss you, Wayne.

I realise now that my obsession with attempting to find love again was just me missing how good it used to be- isn’t it ironic that sometimes we bear the full brunt of a cliche issue simple because we think we’re above it?

I still am making new mistakes every single day, sometimes even when the right thing to do (or the wrong thing to do, with the more positive outcome) is staring at me in the face.

I dare say the world would be starting to lose it’s patience with me right now.

Please don’t. I’ll write you happy bouncy songs.