It’s now February; and I have posted just two blogs. The content part comes easily, my life is eventful, I am learning new things all the time, and my mind is full of thoughts. It’s the writing part that’s hard – there’s an art to writing beautifully; it’s not easy to review your work, and to be satisfied with what you’ve produced. I have so many word documents ready to upload; but after the ‘filtering’: the second guessing, the re-wording, the ‘fluffing it up’, the cheesiness, and my failed attempts to be more ‘sophisticated’, I am left with something entirely different than what I started with. My point has been lost; and my story tainted. I’m finding it hard to write; and even harder to share what becomes an inorganic story. It’s just not me. It’s not authentic.