For a while now I’ve been frozen. I stare at the blank screen and start typing out sentences that seemed to make sense and then I read them again and it’s all crap. I look back at previous entries and wonder what the hell happened?  So this is me thinking out loud, as Ed Sheeran would say, it’ll be melodramatic and emo so if you’re not into that then skip to the next entry…cause am hoping after this one, there will be more, again.

I look back and wonder when I lost it. The nerve to lay my ass on the line and say what’s in my head. The urge to share inside jokes about things I’ve seen and things I’ve done. The desire to divulge insider information about my so-called exciting life. I’m searching for that moment when Inday lost her mojo. Somehow, at some point, the messenger lost the message. Because I got buried under layers of overthinking and overanalyzing that I didn’t even know what to say…let alone how to say it.

So I’m trying here. Maybe writing about not being able to write will spark some fire up my ass or bring out some hilarious zingers. Maybe just putting this down on paper will bring back the mojo.

So, this is me hitting the reset button on Inday and her adventures. Stay tuned folks…Inday and I are just getting restarted.

That’s all for now…bow.