The last two (three?) years went by in a blur. I was feeling all sorts of feelings, traveling for work, traveling to get away, accepting everything at work just to get busy, trying to make sense of where I was and what I want that I forgot about this blog. I have some scribbles in my phone and in my journals, but even those were all done in a hurry.
I tried writing again, and told myself I'll put them here, but....yeah. Things happened. I kinda lost me.
I was trying to do a lot of work because I honestly didn't know what to make of my life. All that I know is my job, and I even feel I'm not exceptionally good at it. I've had big and small victories, but even those victories seemed shallow. I will write something about the last 2 years eventually, but I feel as if I have not really moved forward.
And now that I am about to turn another year older, I'm scared. I have never been this scared before. I am anxious of what lies ahead. I used to see my future clearly painted, I prayed that I be given the grace of that future I so soooo want, but the past years have taught me that really, my future is uncertain. It is not completely under control.
For now, I have decided to write again. I will take small steps, one post at a time. And hopefully, all will be well.
