In the last week or two, I’ve found myself less motivated. It didn’t all happen at once, but it was a gradual process. For the most part, it’s been helpful to try and do a few productive tasks each day, at the very least.

However, it has become increasingly more difficult in recent days, despite my best efforts. I suppose, I was expecting it to occur at some point, I just didn’t want to lose all the progress made since the start of 2021.

The fact that it’s March is surreal. Perhaps lockdown has made time feel differently for many people, or has it just flown by? Who knows, hopefully things will become better as time does go on and so forth.

In a couple of months, it’ll be five years since my grandmother passed away and I just don’t know how to feel about it anymore. How five years can go by just like that is scary. Losing her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced, amongst other things.

Things have definitely changed a lot since then, some things at least, not everything. Life is one of those complicated journeys, but that’s all part of the human experience and how that shapes us as people.

Sometimes, I often have to take a step back, have a moment of reflective thought, give myself a chance to live in the moment, not putting so much emphasis on stressing about the future. It is easier said than done.

Giving yourself that break once in a while is essential, at least in my own experience. Writing also helps me a lot, keeping that open dialogue with yourself and others, depending on how comfortable you are, of course.

I believe I’ll leave it at that for now, trying to figure out possible subjects and topics to discuss in the next coming days. Also, forever wishing I could write stories. Would love to complete a novel in my later years, we’ll see.

Mila. Xo