Tea, my dear?

Sure it is strange, writing for the sake of writing. 

Today, in between the million things that we feel are so important to accomplish, I thought about this post of mine, for Kak Teh. I knew I wanted it to happen today. Night was better. After the babes have fallen asleep. And Rudy would be taking his time in the garden to make one cigarette last. Or two. 

I decided to skip lunch at work today. I mean, that lunch with colleagues while discussing this deadline. That client. Next week's press release. I took my shopping bag and walked to the grocers. 

I bought a box of Kellogg's Frosties. Bananas. Grapes and milk.

And a box of passionfruit tea.

I haven't done that in a long time. Not during lunchtime that was not really lunch.

Finally I realized. It hit me what blogging was - for me. For years I blogged without an audience. I jotted down snippets of my family's life. My life. When our hearts were broken. When we laughed at ordinary. When we were upset with the world. When we reminisce.

It was really for me.

The chance to write about what matters. To do what matters. For me.

Thank you Kak Teh for reminding me.