I'm feeling a little bit of stress and pressure. My room is a mess, often a mirror of the state of my mind and the general state of things.
Procrastination is getting the better of me and so, although 'freedom' is (almost) here, less than 6 more sleeps and 4 more working days in fact, I feel like a heavy burden is descending upon me, day by day.
Today, a young kid wrote me a lovely note on two sheets of coloured paper. She had coiled it into a tiny bundle, securing it with a golden loop before stuffing it into a colourful pill capsule adorned with a bright purple sticker on the front. Very meticulous!
It read "You're a Super Star".
Was I?
My stomach wrenched. And my intestines felt like they had been called to dance the tango in the spotlight, impromptu and they were doing a rather bad job.
Of course I had some difficulty extracting the note. My fingers are plump, thickened stumps and I've long lost dexterity and nimbleness to age. But not less than five minutes later, I managed to pry that wretched little thing out of it's tube.
Just as I was lamenting the strange ways of fate, a dear friend poked her way in, smiled and said, "You'll miss them the first week, but that's it. After that, you would be thinking of how wonderful life is now. Of course you made the right decision."
I smiled weakly. She made sense, but I was already missing the company of wonderful colleagues like her!
All thanks is to God for the opportunity to have met wonderful colleagues (who have become friends), (possibly) changed lives, created (some) impact and also the opportunity to move on.
Procrastination is getting the better of me and so, although 'freedom' is (almost) here, less than 6 more sleeps and 4 more working days in fact, I feel like a heavy burden is descending upon me, day by day.
Today, a young kid wrote me a lovely note on two sheets of coloured paper. She had coiled it into a tiny bundle, securing it with a golden loop before stuffing it into a colourful pill capsule adorned with a bright purple sticker on the front. Very meticulous!
It read "You're a Super Star".
Was I?
My stomach wrenched. And my intestines felt like they had been called to dance the tango in the spotlight, impromptu and they were doing a rather bad job.
Of course I had some difficulty extracting the note. My fingers are plump, thickened stumps and I've long lost dexterity and nimbleness to age. But not less than five minutes later, I managed to pry that wretched little thing out of it's tube.
Thank you for teaching me with your heart and soul. I hope you do well in your studies.Just how sweet is that? Every part of me must have melted into a thick, sticky mess. While a little of this was pride and satisfaction, a lot of it was also guilt - I could have done a lot more but had chosen instead to skive off. And then many phone calls and text messages came flooding in, bit by bit, and I was reduced to the sickened mess I had vowed I would never become.
Just as I was lamenting the strange ways of fate, a dear friend poked her way in, smiled and said, "You'll miss them the first week, but that's it. After that, you would be thinking of how wonderful life is now. Of course you made the right decision."
I smiled weakly. She made sense, but I was already missing the company of wonderful colleagues like her!
All thanks is to God for the opportunity to have met wonderful colleagues (who have become friends), (possibly) changed lives, created (some) impact and also the opportunity to move on.
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