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I imagine it’s sort of like getting back into the habit of watching a soap opera. Yes, things changed in your absence, some people forged friendships or even new loves, others created new enemies, but in essence it’s still the same thing that got you hooked before and in no time you’ll be hooked again.

As for me, I had given myself 3 year to decide if writing is something I should be doing seriously. I’m a bit over the half way point of those 3 years and I’ve already decided, yes, I am a writer. I am still going to use up the rest of my 3 years to play around before the ‘serious’ (a.k.a. trying to get paid for writing) sets in. I fell in love with haiku and as a result I feel less ridiculous trying to write a longer poem every once in a while.

I have this annoying/wonderful combination of character traits; loyal stubborn and optimistic. It means once I’ve decided on something, things need to get really bad for me to change my mind. I’ve decided on Medium some time ago. This is my place now and I’m not going anywhere.

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