CONSUMMATUM EST. It is finished. God hath given, God hath taken away.
Of all the slumps I have ever encountered in my five years of blogging, none has ever brought me to the point of quitting—until this.
If you read my previous post last October (and if you’ve been following me on Instagram), I just came from a relationship of four years. It does not look too obvious when you see me in person, but my emotions aren’t exactly in place right now.
This has been the final straw. 28 years, a relationship that never worked out, and countless failures later—the trial period is over. If love is never for me, it will never be. I don’t know if I can, will, or should even be loving again after this. Heck, I have no idea if I will ever get back, but only one thing is certain: things will never be the same.
How do I cope, you may ask?
I just say a prayer of thanksgiving, for the chance to experience love in all its beauty and bliss even for a short time. Some people wait an entire lifetime for love, but only a few are fortunate to encounter it. Others never have it at all! Thus, I am forever grateful for the chance to love and be loved in return.
In addition, I stopped spending too much time on Instagram. I used to allocate a chunk of time on the platform to promote The Monching’s Guide and interact with other bloggers. Now, I log out after checking for any notifications, comments, or messages. Why? It makes me sad seeing posts of weddings there – which is something that will never happen to me in this life.
So what’s next for the blog? As you might have noticed, I have been putting off publishing and drafting new entries for a while. Blame the increasing workload in my day job, which prevents me from working on new entries. However, I have a lot of pictures from previous food outings that are waiting for accompanying drafts.
To make things short: I’m done loving after a bad breakup. 2018 has been a long year, but everything good that has happened in the past 12 months were overshadowed by this major loss.
Moving on, don’t let this old man’s negativity and ranting ruin your holiday cheer. I may no longer have a chance to love again, but you do.
Belated Merry Christmas, a prosperous New Year up ahead, and may you find your respective forevers.