TRUDDIE'S DIMENSION

These past days my writing mojo has been off. Coming up with something to write every other week is really not easy. I respect authors or novelists who sit and write paragraphs and paragraphs every day. Like how do stories flow and how don't they use up all their ideas? My brain locks at around 10 paragraphs. Even those are quite a lot. Anyway, it wasn't a matter of not having content. I really did not have the energy to type words. I've been opening up a new blog post page and thinking otherwise. Therapeautic as writing is, I just felt so heavy to type anything. But like relationships, I have learnt not to force writing. If I am in no mood, I am in no mood. But ooh well, these are part of life motions( I should probably stop explaining myself everytime this happens...He...he). I came across this ironic post about the twenties. It being a whole decade of being in our physical prime and mental rock bottom. I truly agree especially as I edge toward the late twenties. I find

I particularly like Facebook more than any other social media platforms because of the varied ways people express themselves through words. With how algorithms work, you can bump into amazing content by talented people. Anyway, while enjoying my dose of Facebook one day, I came across a post which said something about how the anger we've carried since our childhood poisons us and how we have to find ways to lighten our body. The post went on to say how most of us don't know where to start when it comes to finding ways to let go but it also pointed out that you can begin by writing down what freedom looks like to you. That is a nice place to start I think. Here's what my thoughts are. Apart from the collective kind of freedom we desire which has been constitutionalized, there are different ways in which freedom is personal to each one of us. The way we view this kind of personal freedom has/is shaped by our childhood, our upbringing and the experiences we've had so far