Before sending it over to her, I've deactivated from FaceBook and permanently deleted my personal Instagram and Swarm profiles.
I've realized, most of my time had been spent being exposed to what other people have been doing with their lives.
Nothing wrong with that, but social media has been delaying me from what I'm supposed to be doing: restarting that novel.
The plan was to enjoy, the present times, with breakfast buffets, occasional travels, dining out with friends, shopping and all the comforts the urban scenery has to offer.
When I get saturated with these, I'll do the writing.
I was deluded.
Deluded of the time I cannot control.
My parents are getting older, friends getting fatter and my siblings going their separate ways. There's no delaying of the inevitable.