Back to blogging

It's been ages since I've blogged.

With the rise of social media, I thought that all I needed to say would go on to Facebook, or Twitter (actually, I couldn't care much about Twitter). But really, blogging seems to appeal to me more these days. It's like, therapy for the mind, because I'm not limited to a certain amount of characters, or I don't feel guilty that I'm spamming everybody's wall with text.

And given that I type faster than I write, this is like a online diary of sorts, a catalogue of thoughts. And gee, how much I've grown from uni days! Then, it was about uni, friends, then the whole laughable experience of interviews, then finding a job and being so girly excited about that.

Now it's all about weddings, funerals, families and babies.

Politics. Allah issue. Crazy racist individuals. Terrorism. Wars. MH370, MH17. Sickness. Death of loved ones.
And yet, friends got married, friends got engaged, babies abound. Not forgetting I got married myself, and had a baby (Luke!).

New jobs (from journalist, to principal of a kindy, to now marketing in a university), new friends, new experiences.

Somehow, just thinking about all this just makes me feel old already.

And so, being older - as most old people do- I start to like reflecting and telling stories. Hence the blogging.