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But my wake up call was the title of Emily Freeman’s (Chatting at the Sky) recent
post, 'When Your Soul Feels Held Hostage.'
I have, in a way, been
held hostage by the hustle. I allowed the issues of life to get in the way of
my muse, or rather in the way of posting them, because no matter what, I do
muse! Each time I think I have to post a blog, I go, 'oh no, I have left
it too late. And even when I recall some of the things I had posted in the
past, I feel even guiltier. However, as in the case of calls to family or friends, the
solution is to just do it! Pick up
the phone and make that call, ready to deal with the consequences. At least, more often than not, the relationship restored.
I must also confess
that I was partly discouraged because none of my ‘frequent’ readers actually
asked why I stopped writing! I kept hoping that someone would. It made me question what I was doing, it made me question all the
comments I had received in the past, it made me question my own motive. But I got over that
fast, because when I think back to the reason why I started to write in the
first place, pleasing people was nowhere near top of the list. Pleasing me was. So back to that I go.
Something else I used
to find pleasure in writing was my "I Wonder and I Ponder" piece on Facebook, back when I was on there. That needs to be revived although I do
wonder and ponder where to post that!
While I do not promise
to post a blog daily, I am back. I have so much to write and share. Especially
my part in the journey of #change in Nigeria. I voted! It was one of the
most important things I have ever done in my life. It made me feel so fulfilled
that I have a stake in the direction in which my country is headed. But, that is muse for
another day.
May those things that give you pleasure and make you
smile involuntarily come back to life. Don’t let the hustle hold your soul
hostage...
...be free oh.