A Readaholics Panorama turns four!

The journey of a thousand miles (or maybe a thousand writeups, hopefully even more), begins with a single step. Sounds clichéd, right? But it is as true as all clichéd things tend to be.

A Readaholics Panorama turns four today. And yes, it is an exuberant feeling of watching your child turn four. Watching it grow with you. Or watching your growth reflected in it. It goes both ways to be honest.

This journey began, as most tumultuous ones do, with a broken heart and an aspiring will. I was sixteen, a writer at heart, but with no specific outflow. So, I started, because that’s the only solution I knew of then. When I was sixteen. For when you’re a teen, you’re ready to conquer the world. Reading having been my first love, I started off with writing about the books I had loved. For that’s what I wanted to use my craft for. To ensure the world knows of the magic books hold.

Fast forward two years of writing book reviews. I started feeling restless again. Yes, the content was wholly mine. But they weren’t enough of the expression of myself I wanted them to be. There was that odd paragraph in each blog that was completely mine. Just my thoughts. Not about the book. Random thoughts.

But deep down, my heart craved for more. Pieces that were wholly mine. Raw, uninspired work. A line of work I could lay complete claim on.

So, at eighteen, I started off on a journey of my own. Where I could lay complete claim on my thoughts, my words, MY expression. With the confidence only young adulthood can offer.

And now two years later, at twenty, I’ve launched my first series. My very own Passion Project- LifeLately. For two years into adulthood as taught me a lot about appreciating. The tiny, simple, unnoticed. Just documenting life. And maybe simply because I want to write more, share more, express more.

These four years have been one amazing experience. Some days I feel like giving it all up because four whole years haven’t brought in that huge of a reader-base as I had hoped. But passion isn’t something that easy to give up on. And so we continue!

So yes, to many, many more random raw writeups, to days of despair, to days of strength that comes only from despair, to days of hope, most of all, to days of love, to days of sunshine, to days of expression!

To many, many more such wonderful days, my dear readers! Thank you so much for being with me on this rollercoaster of a journey. For helping me survive. Your love really fills my heart.

Lots of love,

Sia.