I must say though, that I never thought that work was going to be tiring. Sure, I had done some work prior to this. But it was never...8/9 hours straight, 5 days a week, and the fact of the matter is there really isn't an end to it.
I guess this is what happens what you work for someone else -- "If you don't chase your dreams, someone will make you chase theirs"
These five/six months, ..the Man upstairs has truly put in my path, some really great, wise people. It's interesting to see how quickly things changed once I left school. Actually, I hadn't really realized the drastic change till now! Wow. Work, forex, I barely even update my social media outlets anymore. I barely even open those apps.
Treasuring every single snuggle moment with za. With Tyf. Hoping to spend more time with the fam. Is this how it feels like? To have time become such a scarce resource, everything else that's unimportant gets automatically zeroed out? It feels good, yet kinda tiring.
I love reflecting. love, love, love. These minutes spend here just letting my words flow and take form in front of me -- it feels utterly therapeutic. (I love my apple keypad) I should do this more.
There's something more that needs to be done though, I know.
1. Get inspired.
2. Inspire.
#bitchesfallaway #no,idgaf
