It is 7:27 pm and I sit here in a tiny office eating Snickers Mini, thinking of how my month went as it just passed by in a blink of an eye.
I talked about a fresh start on my last post and as you all know, change is never easy. A bit of adjustments here and there.
I spend most of my time in this tiny office, some 30 minutes a day in the water for my daily swim and of course the most important 8 hours (or less) of my life on the bed, under the blanket.
It is quieter for me in this island so my move here made my life less stressful, away from the dictatorial regime I was exiled from. My work life has been a lot better since I moved here although lately, the tasks coming in are getting more and more each day. I am having late nights almost everyday in the office as the tasks are coming in like inserting piles and piles of laundry into a washing machine until it breaks down. I don’t even have time to pluck my unevenly growing eyebrows that even Brooke Shields’ eyebrows in The Blue Lagoon are way better than mine.
Sometimes I feel like I’m just living to work and I’m wondering if this is just how my life would be. And if so, until when?
I can’t complain even though I sound so, for I chose to be here and live this life. I’m just wondering when will I choose to stop living this life and move on to a different phase.
So until then, I would just be here every night, sitting in this tiny office, spending eye damaging hours in front of this screen and maybe eating Snickers Mini, at least, a taste of sweetness, a bit a break in the midst of exhaustion, like writing this post while 123 unread mails lie on my inbox.