I just read
a local blog of a young wife, simple yet passionate. In some ways I got
inspired to finally get to my senses of playing with words again. No more lame
excuses. It doesn’t seem hard after all.
I’ve been
always hesitant to start uttering whatever I feel since I’ve been always
preoccupied with the things I want to do. Ridiculously wishing to do everything
at the same time. Just merely thinking
and choosing which to do first, I end up sluggishly coiling and teasing my son
instead. It’s my favorite thing to do anyway.
This could
have been a précis of the most significant moments in certain extent I can
possibly think of but eventually I get bored trying to recall the moments worth
remembering and anxious of being constantly horribly forgetful.
And that is
the main reason I now rush and more dire serious into blogging regardless the
hustle bustle. Hopefully I can save everything before I get Alzheimer’s
disease.
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| unlocking the unlucky? |
Anyway, I tried
to assess what this date would mean to the latest worries I got. Last night I finally
slept well believing everything would be okay after getting that confirmation
from the painter about the portraits. Alas, it wasn’t solved - work spices! I never felt this
awful. After all I still don’t believe 13 ain’t a good number. For me, this is
a good sign for my transformation. A great hurtful lesson learned. And I have
to be firm disciplining myself now. Instead of hating this day, I should embrace
this happened so I can bear in mind that I have to change. Now.
