Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, weeks turned into months. Somehow, I have finally found the courage to pick my pen and begin writing again. I miss penning down my thoughts, updating my public diary (Hive), taking and editing pictures. I miss the notifications that pop on my notification bar, the thrill, excitement and creativity.
“Writing”- my lost art. Lost to cares of life, trivial and big things, associated trauma and what not. All that longing to write and the excitement has actualized merely by finding my voice in this article. Writing this piece sends a gush of partial fulfillment down my spine as it's no more a longing, I'm now living it. With my newly found courage and energy, I believe my lost art to be revived.
Being away for quite sometime, I've not really been a busy bee, just been focusing on school and me. However, I did pick up a skill to keep me busy and expand my knowledge- Graphics design. I've always had a flare for visual aesthetics. I find it interesting to capture a large piece of information, fit in a little frame looking aesthetically pleasing to communicate and connect with people. Going into graphic design has been one of my best decisions this year. I'm still in the baby phase, building brick by brick but it's worth it. Looking back at my first designs to current ones, I've seen tremendous improvement. When I first began, the exhaustion of navigating Pixel lab (an app I use to create designs) was very overwhelming each time but I was determined to achieve my aim and kept pushing. I won't say I can expertly navigate and use the tools yet but it gets easier with each practice.
My favorite part of graphics design is colour psychology. To me, it's the most creative. Finding the right colours to blend, combining colours to be eye-catching and bringing out the beauty is just appeasing to the eye. I learnt new colour combinations such as charcoal grey and black, navy and White, powder blue and off white, Beige and black, ivory and camel, burgundy and cream.
Asides graphics design, I love books. Reading novels, comics, motivational books, name it. Most times before now, I found it hard to finish a book or rather it took me longer periods to finish a book. I start with enthusiasm, along the way my pace drops which leads to finishing the book in a longer span. During my time away, I was able to discipline myself to finish every book I picked up at the same pace I started with even when I didn't feel like, but I did it. My last book was the Confident Woman by Joyce Meyer. A book that spells in clear words the power of a woman, her strength and potentials, urging the today woman to not be limited to societal stereotypes and strive to be who God wants her to be. A book that reminds a woman who she truly is. At some points in our lives, we get so swayed that we forget our initial goals and dreams. We're carried away with the flow of where life tosses us to, that we're so lost in the present forgetting the future we once dreamed of. Reading the Confident Woman was like some kind of dèjá vu and I sure loved the feeling.
Another significant and dear thing that happened during my time away was watching myself transition to a better version of me. More mentally mature, self aware and able to handle and react to situations better.
I remember being faced with a situation I had faced sometime back and I handled it well. After the whole scenario, I just laughed at how the younger me handled it. I was pleased and self fulfilled that I am getting bigger and better.
Coming back to Hive is like a big accomplishment on my to-do list. I can't tell exactly what the journey is going to look like but I sure know it will be exciting and I'm here to stay.
All images are mine
