A day of emails, emails, and more emails. I was tired, and I was glad they came. If not, how could things proceed?
Conversations conversations, sometimes they are exactly what is needed on a gloomy day, and sometimes they are the source of all the negativeness.
I need to write things out better. Maybe counting my blessings and throwing away my anger.
I keep wondering, what is it that I like doing? What makes me come alive? Then once in a while, I realize there are things I didn’t expect I would do well, then I do it well and I start liking it. And I know, it doesn’t have to be specifically what. Concentration, self-exploration, self-realization – that is all.