More than a Brief Hiatus

Oh crikey.

I’ve been away for a while. Quite a long while I now see. The last time I wrote was back in June?!
Where does the time go? I bet it's locked away in a chest with all the stupid things I've lost and got really annoyed about, that time I lost brand new foundation, left my favourite cardigan at college or loaned DVD's and books which I'll never get returned.
Probably.

I’ve been otherwise engaged, perhaps trapped is a better word, or caught up; I’m not sure how to describe what or where I’ve been. I’ve been wrapped in a cocoon, ever since finishing my degree and arriving home my brain has forced me into a hiatus. It’s as though after working so hard to finish my degree my brain decided to utterly shut down, forcing me to finally look after myself and relax. After working so steadfastly for near on four years and living with friends the last two, I have found it tough to slow down and be alone again. The silence which surrounds me now is deafening.

I’m recovering I guess. It all sounds a bit melancholy, and it has been, but I am trying everything I can to force myself out of my brain. I started doing yoga, I’ve been reading about mindfulness and meditation. But how did I used to do this?

By writing.

I haven’t written publicly for SO LONG. Of course I’ve still been writing, I think my hand would fall off if I didn’t write, the same way I'm sure my brain would leak out my ears if I didn't read. I filled my journal, started another, began a dream diary and started bullet journaling, but it’s all been intensely personal.  I just haven’t felt able to write openly. But now it’s time to get back to blogging about what I do best: reading.

With a side of ramblings about graduate life, career path issues, life struggles, probably a mention about the weather here and there and all with a slice of lovely music, as usual. At least, I think it’s lovely.

I’m back!