A friend recently asked me why I had not written something for so long. I guess I don't have any reason except writer's cramp. The pandemic seems to have affected everyone in different ways. One friend says she has lost her appetite, another says she feels more tired than usual, yet another says his hearing has been affected. And they're all blaming it on the vaccine they had. I guess having writer's cramp is not as lethal as other people's symptoms, that is unless you're a professional writer. I only do bits and pieces, whatever comes into my mind and sometimes my mind and my hand go on strike together - no thinking, no writing, period. So that explains the silence from my end.
I'm getting used to a hermit's life after more than two years hiding from the crowds and am grateful for my faithful companions - my washing machine, my rice cooker, my telly, etc. who all give me moral support when I feel down though I can't seem to hear anything they might have said to comfort me. Perhaps my hearing too has been affected? Life goes on, all I can do is to make the best of it and give myself little treats every now and then. And oh yes, as my Mum would remind me if she were around, I mustn't forget to be grateful for all my blessings, big or small.
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