Today is my last day of my long holiday break; and tomorrow I will have to get back to work :( I am both excited and sad at the same time. 2010 was a great year…despite many obstacles; I didn’t worry as much as I did in 2009. And I heard that worrying is the one thing that can kills your soul. Cos its negativity is being repeated over and all over again. So I’ve been trying really hard not to worry. But right now, I can't help myself but to worry...I have a new director on board, I will be under Celtic’s charge, handling a bigger portfolio…it’s really silly...I know...to worried about all these...because the problems haven’t even surface yet…but still…I guess it’s because I am worried that I cannot do my job well…I cannot handle the future problems...yet I am very energized because with these new changes, there will be new & bigger challenges. I take note that I have age in some way :) and my fighting spirit and motivation have been fluctuating lately; they are not as constant as they used to be. It’s already a sign that I need to move on…to another platform…to broaden my knowledge, to upgrade my skills, to meet new people, to try something new. Last time I was worried, now I am still worried…this happens when you are in your own comfort zone for far too long…last time I only talk, talk, talk, put my thoughts in this blog…but I have never walk my talk…I dare not take the first step...but now, I am more open to the idea. Work to me denoted independence, adventure, glamour and of course money. No matter how long it takes to get there, I want to end up there. What other people think of me is none of mine business. I only know that each time I face my fear, I will gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing.
"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation…so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type…I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no – I want magenta"! – UnKnown
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