The feeling of discomfort and discontent are good.
There isn't anything wrong about it.
The butterfly to makes its way out of the cocoon struggles,
but that very struggle is necessary to help its wings expand.
In the same manner, we need to feel the sense of discomfort and discontent
if we want to make out respective worlds a better place to live in.
The promise to keep the blog updated on a regular basis. I seem to have failed at doing this each and every time. I have time on my hands to write but I don't seem to get around to doing it. I think it's mostly because of the break I took long back in which I promised I'd get back to writing on the blog after my short break (which turned out to be quite long by the way).
I'm not out of ideas but I definitely have a problem in organizing all my ideas in a proper manner nowadays. I read a post from one of my blogger friend lately, it mentioned that creativity needs to be practiced in order to get good and better at it.
The same goes with writing too.
During my short break I really didn't write that much, if so not at all. I think that's where my mistake lies. I can't seem to sit and write nor get my thoughts all down in a manner that I think would look nice. It's like I've forgotten to do the very thing I am good at. When I write, it all feels real. Like I'm giving life to something which would have otherwise remained torpid. You can imagine then how it would have felt to look at the paper/screen but see nothing but a blank surface staring right back at you.
So I have decided to practice, practice until I get my flair back to where it was. This promise I definitely do intend to keep.