It has been a long time since I’ve written, mainly because starting a new job is often challenging but starting a new job in Qatar is like jumping on a runaway train. My head has been spinning for some time and I’m dismayed to find that writing, the activity I always credit with giving my soul air to breathe, has fallen under the rails.
But I renew my vow to myself and to my craft to cultivate moments to write even if I have to snatch them from the jaws of nine hour work days and weekendless work weeks.
The good news is that all of the associated new events which are required with a new job have found me in the back of my closet, digging out those treasures which have never seen the light of day. No kidding, they have all received rave reviews.
So my pledge to wear everything I own continues.
And I’m delighted to find that I actually enjoy my wardrobe more.
Is there a metaphor for life somewhere in here?