Recently, I’ve decided to step back from social media. After reinstalling it earlier this year, I’ve realised how deeply it has affected my life especially over these past few months while I’ve been going through difficult times. I thought having a space to share my crafts would help me feel better, that it would be a good way to stay connected with friends living far away. But perhaps I was wrong. It’s overwhelming. More often than not, it becomes a sweet escape from sitting with uncomfortable emotions and thoughts.

This space doesn’t allow me to connect with people authentically. It gives me a false sense of closeness, a false sense of reality, a false sense of genuine human connection. Or perhaps it’s just me, trying to give meaning to something that was never real in the first place.
Or maybe I simply haven’t learned how to use it in a healthy way.

The other day, I sat quietly reflecting on the past 29 years of my life and realised how much time I’ve spent not being fully present. I miss the good old days of blogging, journaling, exchanging letters and postcards. I miss wandering alone with my pen, my journal, my film camera when my little iPhone 4 was used only for calls and navigation. I miss the slower, more genuine ways of living and connecting.

Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I find it hard to navigate this fast-paced world. I abandoned my blog years ago when life became too busy but now, I’ve decided to bring it back. To give it a new life, and a new name.