Left my job, currently unemployed. Things didn’t work out too well for me there, though I must say I did enjoy the company, the people, the culture etc. Hopefully, somewhere down the road, our paths do meet again.
Back in that shit-hole phase of transition yet again. I’ve got several interviews lined up tomorrow morning, praying its the last few rounds. The feeling of being lost in transition is beginning to wear me down, clawing at my confidence and my abilities. Assuming I do clinch it, I’m not sure if I can perform up to expectations and if I’m cut out for it.
Trying to pass time and get myself immersed in Project Life: Sports. Just went to the driving range this afternoon with Fatt Choy. 2nd time that I’m playing golf, and starting to get the hang of it. What I enjoy most about the sport is the greenery; calms my nerves and it allows me to be with myself. Bowling’s getting better as well, at least I can still beat my brother at it..haha. He’s throwing the ball a hell lot better than me though. Snooker ain’t too shabby, reckon I can give Rusty a game and not lose by too many points when he gets back. Trying to get rip by hitting the gym 3 times a week now…no longer a 1-pack. muahaha…
Its times when I run out of activities that I feel….depressed. Loneliness sets in and I tend to indulge in self-pity, re-evaluating my life and whats left of it. Sometimes I feel like I was robbed of something precious n dear to me, and think how I could prevent that from happening. BUT, perhaps it wasn’t meant to be mine. Perhaps the sense of loss can be overcomed, somehow. Still finding ways to do so, and if you do know of any, please drop me a msg. Other times, I rationalize that loss and choose to think that it didn’t mean much, that it didn’t matter at all. It’s like strolling on the streets during winter, and you lost your gloves. Your fingers start to turn cold and numb, and you wish you hadn’t been so careless. However, there are alternatives: put your hands in your jacket or stick them in your pants; else you can simply buy another pair.
Wish I could tell myself how to treat this situation as easy as a pair of gloves.
“The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.”
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