The countdown to school begins. I forsee myself drowning in work, sleeping at odd hours and being so focused, with aims as straight as a bullet. To be honest, I miss it. I miss the me that gets so sucked into work, being glued in my seat facing my good ol' lappy typing essays that really means almost nothing to majority of the people in world.
I had a conversation with a friend today and he did make sense. More than I wanted him to. The truth pierces through you like no other. I have so many posts about reflection, I feel old and sappy. I guess I should never leave the past behind before respecting, coming to terms and facing it mentally. I could never run, I may have been an athelete before but boy does age and physical atrributes slow you down or what.
Excuses, D. Truth is, I'd never run cause I know how the past has a neck for coming back for you. Much like a boomerang. You either beat it dead or put up with a rally all your life. Well, for me, I'm certainly not picking the latter.
Here's to my last week of freedom and a good week for all you kitties.
xx
D
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