A Belated Note

February has come and gone without any entry.

In spite of the minor setback (induced by attention being channeled to the pursuit of a different goal), I am determined to gain a sustainable, steady momentum in writing. This entry also marks an attempt to not let the perfect be the enemy of the good, a Voltairean mantra oft repeated by happiness guru, Gretchen Rubin, as it capitalizes on flow rather than forethought.

Writing has actually been a source of comfort as well as creativity for me these past few weeks. It has been a healthy outlet for heightened emotions as much as a venue for self-expression. The cadences in flowery prose, the beauty in words strung perfectly together, the wonder in phrases left stewing in the mind or on the tip of the tongue have a charm all on their own.

There is joy in the discovery and rediscovery of language elevated to an art form.