I re-wrote this post so many times.

My friends and I are hosting the "arts & crafts" evening right now. I brought my knitting, my friends – their laptops. (There's no judgement on whatever makes you creative – be it yarn and stitches, or writing code and words.)

Just last week, Jannis, Christine and I introduced Marta to the idea of running a newsletter to share her life updates with friends and family. Today, instead of her trusty brush, she brought a laptop to create her next edition.

That got me thinking: Why did I stop writing? Where did expectations start seep in and drown out the voice of curiosity? Where is my child-like wonder about doing something that I've always loved? Ah, to make it simple: Why does it have to be so, so serious?

I started this site to pour whatever thoughts I have into writing. Growing up, writing was what brought me to my Internet friends. Writing – this pitter-pattering of touches – puts all that energy of thoughts and brooding and observing into something else. Something tangible. Something that is for me.

Maybe, it could be also something for you. I don't know where curiosity would lead me. I don't know whether I will write something else – about branding, art, or musings of the day.

But: I will do my best not to stay in the way of it.

I will take my trusty curiosity – and paint something here for myself.