Really sad circumstances kept me from writing anything this weekend, but on Monday morning I wrote three blog posts in one go to catch up.
Yesterday, I didn’t feel like posting a blog, but I bet that somewhere along the week, a post will appear.
I don’t do that because I want to keep at it with my daily blog, or because I have something to prove, an ego thing in short.
I do that because right now, writing is one of the things that centres me.
I feel myself again when I write, even if there is pain shouting loudly at me for attention.
And that is why I will keep writing, even if the really bad things happen.
It’s essential to me, just like breathing is.