So they say…

Love is not just a word.

It comes in many shapes, forms and sizes.

Love is not about being with someone.

It can also be about not being with someone.

As they say, love yourself.

Love is blind.

For some, but not for all.

If love were blind then I’d be staring at the wall.

Love is never having to say you’re sorry.

That was the famous line of the movie, Love Story.

For me, Love is saying you’re sorry.

Love thy neighbor.

It depends on what kind of neighbors one has.

Even if you didn’t love them, doesn’t mean you hate them.

All you need is Love.

Famous line in a song!

Feel good indeed when singing along.

Not everyone can sing in tune.

Regardless, even the most off-beat individuals find love.

Love is in the air.

Yes!  Every waking moment breathe in and breathe out.

I’m fine.

Honestly, I rarely get sick.

My sick leaves get converted to cash.

Frankly, I’d rather fake it.

Every now and then I need a time out.

Errands or just plain silence from work is good.

I can work from home while on my supposed sick leave.

And at the same time, I can kick up my feet and relax.

I can putter around like I used to.

I dreamt I lost my mobile phone.

Dream dictionary says it’s a sign that I’ve lost touch with some aspect of myself.

So I’m taking that as a sign.

Today, I’m going to hop over to the bank, get my nails done.

Sort the clutter on my table, maybe I’ll sneak to the mall.

This is going to be a great sick leave day for me!

With so much work to accomplish every day, my weekends have been anything but restful.

I have been waking up too early every morning in a rush because of so many things to do.

How unlikely of me.

I am disappointed with myself because I have allowed myself to reach this exhausting point.

A year down the road feels like a decade.

I value the work that I do but, admittedly, it’s taking a toll on me.

Maybe it’s just another hiccup in life.

Maybe it’s just an off year.

I can’t help but at times wonder…

Could there be yet another something for me out there?

Something that will keep me motivated.

Something what will shift me to a better place.

Not just work wise but all around life kind of thing.

You see, truth is, I’m on my own.

Not that it’s a bad thing, it just is.

I know God hears.

Eventually things will shift again.

Just have to sit it out and ride the tide.

I can’t give up on writing.

It’s what keeps me alive.

No wonder I’ve been feeling out of sorts.

I haven’t written in a long time!

I got stuck.

I fell into a pit and got stuck.

I kept climbing back up but kept falling back in.

I think I’ve finally made it out of the dungeon.

Once more with feeling I am going to write.

I feel a little bit rusty but I can’t give up.

Not this time around.

I’m not getting any younger.

Not that it’s about age.

But who knows, one day my forgetfulness with reign.

And then I’ll totally forget about writing.

I’m back.

Once more with feeling.