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.


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