Life has got a wee bit scarier than usual.

I know some colleagues are reading this blog. I'm fine with that.

I also know some ex colleagues are reading this blog. I am somewhat fine with that.

I also know that some ex bosses are reading this blog. I am… forced to say that I am fine with that.

I also know that some of the authors that I have worked with on collaborated projects with are reading this blog. A few have mentioned it in passing to me. I am flattered by your faith in me and thank you for supporting my little 'cause'.

I suspect some ex schoolmates are reading this blog. I think I am fine with that.

I suspect some ex-bfs or ex-would-be-love-interests are reading this blog. I think I can get used to the idea of that and say that I am fine with that.

But what's so scary about this is the fact that because of all of the above, I am becoming less spontaneous. I am now, actually, using my brain to think twice before I type every single word. Which is not quite right.

I try my best to type my mind so that everything will be as authentic as possible. It is my idea of 'speaking out what first comes to mind'. Then I can work backwards on the first draft (or anything of that kind that appears in the posts) and then appraise myself or criticize myself on bull's eye occasions or unfortunate almosts.

Suddenly this motto is becoming very hard to achieve.