end of week

He wasn't staying any longer. So I thought maybe yes, I ought to write him an email to say whatever had been on my mind the past few days. I said he wasn't very nice to work with, but matter-of-factly, those were merely hearsay, I never really had a chance to work with him. Duh, I mean, I am just a small fry, which of course, I do not mind. His story this morning moved me to tears. I'm not sure if I have become more prone to tears since last year or what. He was really nice in his email reply. And it felt good on my part that I made someone's day.

I am unable to articulate the sense of loss in my life these days. Yes, I guess it's not that bad, it's just a severe lack of focus on a particular goal, which I have yet to figure out. To many, it cannot be a simpler issue. To me, it's a life crisis. I am not losing sleep or crying over it at all. No feelings of sadness, anger, misery, whatever. I just wonder if I am behaving far too nonchalant about it. Maybe I should plan my life properly.

I don't know. Zzzz.

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