I always wanted to write, always wanted to be a writer, not a published writer, but a writer who just writes.
My life so far splits half China half Australia, being first half in China, later half in Australia.
I wrote madly for 5 years in Chinese, then wrote nothing for 15 years. I started to write in English 3 months ago and I have been writing…something.
Someone asked me yesterday is writing like therapy for me. I wasn’t prepared for the question really, but I answered ‘ when I write, I am me.’ .
Only when I heard myself saying that, I realised writing is part of me. When I write, I am at ease, I feel at home. I make sense of this world and the people in it through writing.
I wrote and posted different flavoured pieces on this blog to explore my personal writing style. I continue to try writing different topics to navigate. When the direction is unclear, I let my muses and keyboard guide me.
I write when curling up in my comfortable bed, sitting in a noisy cafe, on a quiet park bench, in a squashed train carriage, on the picnic rug by the beach…and right at this moment, I am writing as I am walking in a crowded station at peak hour.
Writing is my everyday life, everything is in it and surrounding it…in this period of my life and perhaps beyond.
‘Home is where the heart is.’
“Hope never fails”
Giving is a blessing. Receiving is also a blessing.
In my line of work, I walk alongside people to support them achieve their career goals. It is a satisfying thing to do because I get the opportunity to use my knowledge, skills and natural strengths to bless people come to my path.
In a workshop I deliver regularly, I ask the participants ‘What is your dream job?’. I share with them my dream job is being a writer and living on a farm growing my own vegetables. I shared that in each of the workshop I have delivered.
The moment of inspiration came from a recent workshop I delivered. One of the participants is also one of those special people God put on my path. She is like a blooming rose from day one I met her. Her passion, her cheerful nature, her insight and her determination inspired me. Walking alongside her to see this rose from a rose bud to her glory is something rewarding and appreciated with amazement.
After the workshop. She sent me a lovely email which brought me to tears. She researched a college course that will help me kick off my writing so I will be on my way to achieve my dream as a writer. Her encouraging words moved me to write. I started to write, just putting words on paper. It’s about me go on a journey to fulfill my dream. It is not about others’ approval. I write is because all these emotions, feelings, encounters, moments oozing out of my mind to make sense of the world around me.
That’s how this blog came to existence. It is that simple. I received a blessing from a blooming rose. ” Hope never fails.”
In life, there are moments I want to capture. Be an inspirational, a feeling, a thought, a description of an event, a tiny ponder, I want to record them and share. These pieces come together reflecting vividly my life and the people I have the privilege to walk alongside.