Yes, it has been a while since I have
been on these pages. If not for the recent blog written about Cecille and Carmella, there is a strong possibility I would have remained dormant Ad
infinitum.
I simply lost my zest. I really thought
going into a new career as a marketing consultant would further hone
my writing and speaking skills. Instead, I found myself in a jungle,
among hostile natives who, before all these began, I always knew as
friends. With only a nail clipper to cut my way through the tangled
vines, shrubs and small trees, I have become an unwilling Indiana
Jones sans the machete and whip.
It has been tough these last several
months. What aggravated it even more, I suppose, was I completely misunderstood the word “marketing.”
With all that was so unexpected suddenly popping and pounding me, I was on the verge of believing I am no
longer capable of smart, of doing something outstandingly good that
could be considered as productive. I began to seriously
question my gifts and the supreme being who gave them. I began to
question my worth. I wept.
And then the blog from Stef dela Cruz.
Simply, her craft reminded me where I belong, where I can “BE,” where I can do
my art in abandon, where my audience is. The written word is my
refuge. My writing is me at my very best.
This is my gift, my treasure, my very
own. Something no one can deconstruct nor debase. And specially not
through contradicting definitions of the art called “marketing.”
I am back. Definitely.
