HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME

I received this message from WordPress yesterday:

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com. You registered on WordPress.com 3 years ago!  Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!

I wish I could keep up the blogging, never mind the good.  My words have vanished and I’m left scratching my head, wondering where they went.  There is no point in pushing and poking myself.  There’s no point in wishing and hoping.  That will only scare the words right out of sight.

IMG_2548So the only thing to do is stop wishing and hoping and sit here in front of my keyboard and tap out the letters.  First one, then two and so on until a word forms, then a sentence, a paragraph.  Sooner or later, probably later, I will have enough sentences and paragraphs for a post.

This is hard, damn hard!  It is like living but what am I going to do?  I’m never one for giving up so I trudge on…one step, two steps….Damn!  I’m on a journey.

I thank Dusty Springfield for her song, Wishin’ and Hopin’ for inspiring and pushing me forward with my few words today.  I hope you will enjoy it, too.

CELEBRATIONS AND CHALLENGES

Blue SkiesToday is Canada’s birthday.  The sun is out and so are the mosquitoes.  Life does have its bite.  I wouldn’t want it any other way, would you?  So cheers!  Let us celebrate – to Canada and life with all its flavours.

This month brings with it new challenges for me – the Ultimate Blog Challenge and NaBloPoMo for July.  I feel up to the challenges as I have been habitually tapping out words almost every day.  .

I am reluctant to call myself a writer but words are my passion.  They come to me unwittingly, when I least expect them and when I most need them. Other times I struggle to find them.  They always come eventually.  I just have to have the discipline to put my fingers on the keyboard and start.

BlogHer is celebrating its 10th year anniversary, therefore the theme for the month is DECADE.  I like to take this opportunity to look back over my last 10 years or further –  to take stock and see where I have been and to decide where I want to go.  It is probably not easy.  Most likely it will be painful to do it honestly.

I know from experience that I can never go home again for that ‘home’ (China) is not the village or country that I once knew.  I can no longer read nor speak the language with any fluency.  So am I really Chinese?  Finding and feeling ‘home’ again is another challenge.

childhoodThere’s a lot of work ahead, a lot of material and memories to sift through.  It is worth the effort.  I am looking for Hafong.  I am searching for me.  I am up for the challenge.  I am going to type my heart out. How about you?  Will you join me?