It has been a fulfillng week so far and Ive been kept on my toes for as long as i can remember - i havent had a late morning for about 6 weeks to nearly 2 months! Weekday and Saturday mornings at work and Sunday mornings at church!
Music and driving lessons plus gyming keep my evenings busy, and of course meeting up with loved ones and spending time with family fill all the little gaps with lots of love:)furthermore there are interviews and tests and SATs to keep my mind and current affairs knowledge on the ball, uhhum.

And of course, there are always sacrifices to be made - Often i feel envious (okay not really the green with envy kind but just the pining) of my unemployed friends who enjoy their beauty sleep and leisure time, getting the most of Vitamin D (since they are actually able to catch the sun) unlike me:/

I was just thinking about it today, and i wonder why it is so me, just the need to have a million rationales for doing something, before i actually do it. Besides shopping and the recent episode of signing up for the gym membership, impulse isnt really quite my cup of tea. I need a lot of convincing and persuasion from others and from my inner self (which comes from a lot of prayer and finally acceptance) before I let go and move on to something new, much less feel discontented with my current disposition. Maybe its just inborn in me this super-satisfied person filled with gratitude with what im given(as my CT wrote in my testimonial), or perhaps i just sink into a lackadasical mode after years of chasing the conventional - education system the biggest part of it all. Why im still hanging on to my job amuses me and leaves me puzzled at myself sometimes. But its undeniable there's a small satisfaction that hits me everyday at the end of work even though that particular day might have gone horribly - and, no its not the pay. Customer Service Satisfaction they say.

I need time to think, and perhaps by then the 3 day work week would have kicked in and ill feel less dismal since ill finally have more time on my hands. Its having so little time at your own desk and your own bed with your own things surrounding you and lounging around the living room that's the root of my distress. How ironic.

Ahh.