morning walk

I woke up exceptionally early today to make my lunch, or breakfast for the sister. Maybe I was too early, by the time I left home for work, the sun was hardly out yet. The bus drove past me while I was making my way to the bus stop. Instinctively, I checked the App in my phone for the next bus. Seventeen minutes. That was a long wait. I decided I would stroll to the train station since I was early. It was a wise decision I figured. Nice weather. Quietness in the neighbourhood. Most of all, beautiful sky with fluffy clouds. I did not know if that meant a storm was on the way. I did not mind, for I would love a deluge these days. Yes, a pluviophile I would call myself often. As I was nearing the train station, the peace I was seeking gradually returned.

The last undisturbed sleep I had seemed very much like a long time ago. Work has been haunting me, both day and night. That is not to say I hate my job. I actually do not. Maybe I just do not like it either. I like to think that I just want to to do a great job, because I believe I am capable of that. I have enjoyed the satisfaction of getting certain things right and proving that I am up to the task. On the other hand, however, maybe I try too hard to perfect things sometimes, so much so that I am the one that suffers.

But I think I am still a hopeful person. I appreciate that I learn a lot these days, through the easy and hard ways. In fact, I do not think I would ever be this thankful for nasty people I came across, because they made me learn so much about life.

Translation work has died down a little for me, since work has been busy. The passion remains, nonetheless. A promise I made to myself is do some translation work for a journal submission this week. I cannot wait!