my new year

The new year may have begun as far back as 20 days ago, but I only felt a fresh start when the plane I was on touched down last weekend. In all honesty, I was very proud of myself to have explored Taipei on my own. Perhaps I had been too comfortable and at ease when I was away, that I told myself I would embrace everything that came later with courage.

Yet, reality set in so fast. Way too fast.

I returned to work on Monday feeling more cheerful than not. But merely twenty minutes into work mode, I was already feeling extremely dejected with all the bombs dropped on me. When tears were welling up in my eyes, I bumped into a colleague who was looking the way I did. And then I came to terms that I wasn't alone. But it didn't help that the second day wasn't any better.

I'm actually really very, very tired. And it's only the third week of the new year. Sixty percent of the time today, my mind tells me to give up and leave.

And so I'm only counting on the remaining forty percent to keep me going.

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