Do you remember your childhood dreams of what you wanted to be when you grew up? My dream was to be a famous author, I even wrote a couple of stories on rough pieces of paper, not for publishing or anything, just for my own sense of fulfillment. As i got older I realised I doubted I had what it took to actually become an author, so my interest declined. Sometimes the odd book would make me itch to want to try writig again, but everytime I started I gave up again due to believing my ideas were crap.
My apprehension to starting a blog was due to the fact I didnt really know what to expect, except maybe an outlet to my dormant writer. I never expected blogging as a way to make good friends, as a way to meet new people and be as fun as it is. Thanks everyone for an awesome night of bowling and ice-cream. It was amazing to see the meld of different characters and hope we all get to meet again soon.
On a separate note, my cousin Hamza, after some cohersion on my part, has started a blog also. Good luck to him, I hope he has as much fun as I do.
Till next time in Waseem world