Blogging has made me feel a bit prouder of myself. I consider myself accomplished for at least doing something productive in my life. And one of the many good things that blogging has done is to establish writing as a way of life and a bailiwick (specific area of interest, skill, or authority). Writing used to be subject to moods. So, I didn’t have the drive to constantly write and as a result, I failed to hone my supposed potential. I’m not saying that I could have been a good writer. But somehow in some way, it brought out the poet in me.

Now I’m opening my doors to writing as a vocation. I feel as if I have been writing in my entire past life. Gone are the self-doubting days. Writing is no longer something off-putting and subject to any mood or special event. Consequently, inspiration is required in daily doses. It is turning into a necessity and therefore, extracting it becomes a habit.

Sidenote: The thought of writing is actually inspiring me to study, too. (Since I had to finish reading my textbook before I could touch the keyboard.) And now I am reaping what I sow. I know this is bragging but I rarely do well in my studies, so please just endure this for once. Nothing beats the feeling of getting exempted from an exam, an ES 11 final exam to be exact. Wahoo! This only means I’m 100% sure that I passed the subject!