The low down
Floating on the high i started the week with, everything seemed to flow by relatively well. Started work on Tuesday with the sense that i could achieve anything and no one or nothing could get in my way. Didnt take much to drop that enthusiasm to just getting by on a day to day basis and being happy with where i am now. I guess it was this whole turning 24 thing. I started wondering how much different i am since i turned 23. Everything that stared me back in the face seemed pretty much the same. Drew the conclusion that i led a pretty boring life. No big achievements to shout about or no engaging in funky extreme sports to hold bragging rights to.
But then Wednesday came along and the spirits lifted a little with the many sms msgs and phone calls holding birthday greetings. As one wise young man so eloquently put it in our conversation, I've done pretty well if i judge myself on a normal 24 year olds standards and not compare myself to people who have more than me - that way i'll always be unhappy - and he's right i guess, by normal standards i suppose i aint doing all that bad - i got a steady job, i got myself a car, i still havent been ousted from the family yet and have managed to stay in a doting steady relationship for two years (beleive it or not that is a standard for woman my age) plus i have a great community who love me.
And it showed that night too. The parents and the brother took the trouble to throw me a surprise birthday party, and i was blur enough not to realise what was going on until Bill walked in, even with the screw ups by a few others. I felt very loved all around. That was some great blueberry cheesecake wasnt it?
By the time Thursday came along deadlines where staring me in the face with a vengence and i was religiously procrastinating getting started on them.
By the time Friday came along i swore i'd do it over the weekend and got myself completely wasted by mixing the grape and the grain. They still sit as ramdom jottings and scketches in my notebook, yet to be documented and arranged as how they rightfully should be. Tomorrow i promise, at least an hour before the due time. I like to believe i work best under preassure.
Saturday saw me doing something i thought i'd never do in a lifetime. Clubbing with my boss. I tell you, what a blast that was. Seemed like that was a night everybody learnt a little something about each other that we dont usually see in the office.
Enough about me already. I'm going to finish my night reading about a schizophrenic twin and how his brother takes it apon himself to save him.
But then Wednesday came along and the spirits lifted a little with the many sms msgs and phone calls holding birthday greetings. As one wise young man so eloquently put it in our conversation, I've done pretty well if i judge myself on a normal 24 year olds standards and not compare myself to people who have more than me - that way i'll always be unhappy - and he's right i guess, by normal standards i suppose i aint doing all that bad - i got a steady job, i got myself a car, i still havent been ousted from the family yet and have managed to stay in a doting steady relationship for two years (beleive it or not that is a standard for woman my age) plus i have a great community who love me.
And it showed that night too. The parents and the brother took the trouble to throw me a surprise birthday party, and i was blur enough not to realise what was going on until Bill walked in, even with the screw ups by a few others. I felt very loved all around. That was some great blueberry cheesecake wasnt it?
By the time Thursday came along deadlines where staring me in the face with a vengence and i was religiously procrastinating getting started on them.
By the time Friday came along i swore i'd do it over the weekend and got myself completely wasted by mixing the grape and the grain. They still sit as ramdom jottings and scketches in my notebook, yet to be documented and arranged as how they rightfully should be. Tomorrow i promise, at least an hour before the due time. I like to believe i work best under preassure.
Saturday saw me doing something i thought i'd never do in a lifetime. Clubbing with my boss. I tell you, what a blast that was. Seemed like that was a night everybody learnt a little something about each other that we dont usually see in the office.
Enough about me already. I'm going to finish my night reading about a schizophrenic twin and how his brother takes it apon himself to save him.
posted by Annushia at 8:31 AM
2 Comments:
cannibis dropped by. she loves ur blog, and loves your writing. everything's so "emotionalified". Great fun packing with you, though i think we lost their knives. =D
Wally Lamb! Wally Lamb!
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