Moving In...
... will actually start tomorrow. but i'd be too busy to write...FINALLY, after running around for 2 months like headless chickens, my partners and I have finally gotten around to actually moving into our new office.
Nothing fancy. A humble little house in the Kamias area. Walls and ceilings painted white to be decked with all sorts of movie paraphernalia galore (as the current thinking goes...).
Looking forward to fixing a small spot good for one person that's been set aside for quiet time, prayer, your garden variety
muni-muni activities.
Then I realized now I really have to get up early and (ugh...) go to work.
Oh well...
That Certain Kind of Feeling...
Woke up (relatively) early this morning (i.e. 6:25am) and for the first time, in a long while, felt things that are going to undergo drastic changes hereon.
An exciting and scary thought. (although it's been said that the line between excitement and fear is very murky, at best.)
I have to admit
(very reluctantly) that i'm a creature of habit. I like a little order in the way i run everyday, but that's not to say I live for routine.
Routine's feeling more like a robot than a human being.
Habit is well... a pattern that comes out after doing something for quite some time.
But I'm splitting hairs, aren't i?Previous experiences (as well as certain laboratory tests)have proven that whenever I get this kind of "vibes" something that I've been used to for a long time is going to either disappear or change rather drastically.
Conversely, that means, I'd have to adjust to these changes and invariably, change myself.
And I'd like to think that's always a good thing.
Moving but Not
Feels like everything and everyone's moving except me.
Everyone seems to be rushing off somewhere.
Feels like as if i'm the only one with time on my hands.
No one seems to notices what i notice, because they're too busy...
...or maybe i'm just too idle....I do have work, but i'm usually done before everyone else.
So i stare off, and talk to myself since everyone's too busy to talk.
I wonder if this is how loons are made?And that if writing about it makes it any different... or better... or worse...
Find myself getting into a routine and I'm worried.
Worried that I may not notice the gradual slip and when someone asks me the question, "how was your day?" all i can say is
"ok lang..."find myself transitioning
(is there such a word?) from worrying to being scared shitless...
but of course, i'm doing the melodrama bit again... what else is new.
There's a soggy taco on my desk now...
dabble dabble....
one of the pictures i took of my kids i teach in sunday school (with certain enhancements of course thanks to mr. adobe)...
muey (my bro) thinks it looks like straight from a japanese horror flick...
methinks i'll take that as a compliment... :)
