Note to Self

As i resume my writing after a short, busy and evidently lazy spell, I have a bundle of new transitions to boast about. For instance, I moved back to India, got my self a new job- a one that I actually like and care about, made new friends, disappeared on a few of them, and of coarse exchanged wedding wows in a societal, lavish, over indulgent, cross cultural wedding that left most well wishers and skeptics spellbound.
What tickles my senses is the fact these all these transitions are stories by themselves that capture every element of fiction story telling but I cant seem to find a starting point. It is like a heap of clothes you want to sort out but are dreading to make the first shuffle, in the fear that you might find that one old outfit that might distract you!
I wish to write about a ideas, emotions, events and perspectives that I am privy to on an everyday basis. I wish to be vocal about the happiness that surrounds me, the sadness that weighs me down, the pressures that I classify as surmountable and the antics and charades that I plant to make my life more amusing than it already is!
A healthy mind is always in touch with one's perspectives and aspirations. Writing will make "me" happen.