If I weren’t a blogger

If I weren’t a blogger, what would I be?

This question keeps coming back to me these days. Why? Call it an existential dilemma or a mid-life crisis. Actually, don’t call it the latter. I’m not middle-aged. Yet.

A part of my being whispers it, in the softest of tones, almost inaudibly so. I can hear it only when my soul is absolutely receptive and the head completely still and willing to take in everything.

The words come to me, in a querying tone, ‘I had a dream that I would be…’ and then it fades into the realm of what-ifs and suppose, losing itself in the mire of unfulfilled aspirations. Continue reading “If I weren’t a blogger”