May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Where is all the time flying to?! Almost a month into 2019 and the excitement of a new year is starting to fade along too. Cny coming round the corner, not particularly excited but thankful for the upcoming break nevertheless.
Life seems to work in mysterious ways, forced to revisit certain unresolved issues from the past recently. It may be difficult but I’ve got to constantly remind myself – I’m no longer the Shiao back then. I’ve grown, I’ve became more mature along the way, and I deserve peace/closure too.
National mourning for the passing of a local actor this past week. The death of such a young individual, with a promising future & career, has undoubtedly prompted people to also think about the sanctity & fragility of life. I’ll admit that deaths are a lot more common in my nature of work, but each death brings about different feelings/learning in the journey too. Some hurt more than others, and grief is displayed in many different ways too.
Can’t wait to get my hands on Lang Leav’s new book “Love Looks Pretty on You”, don’t have the time to get it from Kinokuniya yet but ahh definitely getting it to complete my Lang Leav collection 🙂 Chanced upon one of the proses titled “Anxiety” from her new book, and words just can’t encapsulate how much it resonates with me.
Work anxiety has been oscillating around again……… really need to keep reminding myself that I am stronger than I was last year. And if I tell myself that enough times, maybe I’ll start believing it.
Hoping to get an undisrupted good sleep tonight, till the next time x