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Saturday, 17 January 2015
Static

Four days away from work, and realising the beauty of a mundane day. It's almost alarming that I have not had a mundane (week)day since the day I started working. Every day has had an agenda, or a task of some sort. So, as these four days slipped away unknowingly, I found myself starting to think that - hey, I have to make the days count. Just to then realise that if I were to do that, it would strip away the very reason why these days stood out as so special to begin with. And that's when I can't help but think that, time is just so precious and nobody could ever, ever get back time that is lost. I never saw time as particularly precious, but I'm starting to see it's almost sacred.

I'm left at the end of these four days, thinking about how they're now gone, and peering at what lies ahead - yet again, an extremely certain yet uncertain year to come.

2015, you're only about 2 weeks old and I'm already starting to feel tired. How could this possibly be.


love, 02:54
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Sunday, 4 January 2015
Pre-set ending

Having the worst pre-first-monday-of-the-year blues right now.

2014 has been a long year, and it has taught me a lot about myself - what I can endure, what I can tolerate, what I can change, and also, what I can't. Honestly, this year felt like it was going nowhere. Weekdays never seemed to pass quickly enough and each day felt like a journey around the same spot. Round and round and round the same dreadful cycle, leading back to where I started each day.

I guess it's been a defining year in my life with many significant changes..I've moved countries, left student life, and started a new full time job that I was not mentally nor emotionally prepared for. While 2014 is a year I would rather not remember, I think it's been a year of no regrets. I've grown to take on the responsibilities of being involved with the people I work with, and learnt to enjoy the challenges that come along with it. I've also pushed myself to pursue my passions outside work and as I type this on a dreary Sunday night, the words from Corinthians - we are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair - come to mind. It reminds me that 2014 had been a year of grace.

Goodbye 2014, I've dreaded nearly every day you had to offer, but even so, it has all come to pass.

love, 22:41
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