Dear you, I feel it in my bones now, how everything can change in an instant, and I can’t help but love the present more so than ever. That was how I spent the days in your company, and I’ll embrace whatever’s to come the next time I see you there.
Dear you, we could talk about almost anything. When I refused to engage you on it, I wasn’t trying to be on higher moral ground. The truth is, lately, talking about it makes me tear every single time.
Dear you, sorry if I had a part to play in the fix you are now in. I’ll just have to make it up to you in some other way.
Dear you, sometimes you seem so very far away. I hope it’s only in my mind, and the distance will bridge when I see you again.
This was meant to be yesterday’s post. I know it might seem a little contrived to write something for the sake of it, but I thought, with January all but gone, a small update would serve myself well and give me that extra push to keep to my resolutions. It’s the start of the year after all.
So work has been occupying my mind even in spaces of my own time. The rest of my time was given to exercise and books, mostly. I’m savouring my copy of Pride and Prejudice slowly, and I have 4 more books from the library awaiting their turns. My year also started on an encouraging note with 4 yoga sessions and 2 jogs completed. Looking forward to making them regular.
I’ve found time to go out for some walks too, but what I didn’t do enough of is taking photos. In Feb, I hope to send at least 3 rolls to the lab.
I have not fallen off the face of the earth. I am just plain unmotivated these days to sit in front of my laptop to write anything at all. It doesn’t help that my ‘4’ and ‘F’ keys are not working, adding another layer of challenge to my determination to write and leave comments on blogs.
My week has been… regular, dull if you want to know the absolute truth, and I am just really glad it’s the weekend. Tonight, we are celebrating a marriage at a wedding banquet. Tomorrow, I hope to make myself proud by waking up early and going out on a walk, although the last time I did, I ended the weekend with fever and a whole string of conditions that took me nearly two weeks to recover from.
I have to go out though. I haven’t taken pictures in a while, and the uninspiring climate that I’m cooped up in is getting to me, like stale air clouding my head. It’s almost depressing. There’s a new film waiting to be tried out; I just have to finish up the current rolls in my cameras.
It feels like we are finally smelling the weekend. I am immensely looking forward to starting on a new book, singing my lungs out at ktv, and watching a movie at the Design Film Festival. If your week had been bland, like mine, so far, I hope it is starting to look up!