So much has changed since the last time I posted on this space. This is a video of my latest obsession; a bundle of joy that I had gotten myself for the years to come!
Psoas
So much has changed since the last time I posted on this space. This is a video of my latest obsession; a bundle of joy that I had gotten myself for the years to come!
Musings
- How do we know whether we are disliked or liked by others? What can I do for those who are shunned by others? Practising being kind instead of right is a really complicated process. Do I humour them at my own expense (by being irritated to no end), or do I do what I want to do?
- Family. Life should not be this complicated.
- Love. Still my pillar of strength at all times, and the one whom I turn to when all else fails. The one who listens to my rants without complaining, understands my angst without a need for me to explain, and one who embraces my flaws without question.
- School. A much-needed breather from work; plus point being I can do a lot more things with more time now.
It may only be the third week of school, but I already have a literature review to submit at the end of the week. Well then. I guess it is back to reading articles again.
Oh, Mother.
Maintaining these lines when working from 0800 - 1700 is hard work. Being someone who believes in having at least eight hours of sleep a day, I am finding it hard to have my dinner earlier and make time for work outs. Of course, some would say when there's a will, there's a way. Tedium bites away at my will power like no other, so I will always choose sleep over exercise.
I am also finding it easier to tune out distractions at work because of what that is going on at home. I go to work helping others, but I do not know how what to do for my beloved lifegiver at times. Days pass in a blur; slow and excruciatingly so. But then again, we are the ones whom he answers to, and my trophies and photos are the ones that he fight to keep on his table. Where are yours?
All of your life you have spent
Burying hurt and regret
But mama, he'll never touch us again
For everytime he tried to break you down
Just remember whose still around
It's over, and we're stronger
And we'll never have to go back again
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