Like probably more than half of the population of the world, I’ve dreamt of creating my own blog for a significant period of time now. Over the years, I have started and deleted my fair share of blogs; obsessed over what to blog about and how to blog and dreaming of the day when the perfect name will waltz into my head (to be fair though, ‘Skies & Stories’ did waltz into my head but I’m not sure it counts because I had been dancing for a few hours at that point already) and show me that ‘love at first sight’ could happen in reality.

Well, multiple failed attempts and deleted blogs later that is clearly not happening, and I’m getting tired of waiting. After having waited for days, months and years to come to that moment when suddenly I would have everything figured out, I’ve decided to just wing it (obviously quarantine has everything to do with this decision, duh)

If you asked me to pinpoint the exact instant of time the idea of this blog was born in my head, I probably cannot. What I can do, is tell you about when a friend almost held a gun point to my head – not literally because well, social distancing friend in question is a nice person; there I said it – and straight up told me I should start one, simply because I can.

That does not sound too hard now, does it? To be honest, it does sound all bits scary to me but I’m learning to take it easy.

This world is so full of people who seem to be absolutely perfect at what they do; you’re almost told that anything short of doesn’t deserve to exist. I’m guilty of trying to be perfect too, and yet, I realised that somewhere along the way creating just got more fun when I did not try to be. Creating just got a lot more fun when I did it to express myself; without stopping to think about if my form of expression made sense to the 7.8 billion people of the world -like they are not all already wrapped up tightly in their own heads.

Coming back to the point, finding perfection in the empty spaces between the mess that is my desk is next to impossible; yet it works for me because I know exactly where to look for to find my brown colour pencil or blue sketch or my kindle.

Maybe this blog will work out similarly given time.

I don’t have a lot to say yet, but I definitely have something to say, and as for the rest, I’m sure I’ll figure it out along the way.