Not sure why I get so frustrated if I happen to waste any of my precious weekend. I think I have too many things on my plate and I'm trying to gorge myself full to make up for all the wasted time and trampled opportunities I should have taken when I was younger. But somehow all these has taken a toll on me. Maybe I should just throw out all those things that are burdening me down and start anew.
I have been plagued by the green eyed monster lately. It's depressing to see everybody around you doing so well in life and at work when you know you are headed for Middle-aged Mediocrity (M&M). In my 20s, the big 3 is supposed to be the best time of your life. After struggling through the early years of working life, the 30s is supposed to be the time when you reap some rewards for the hardship and late nights put in. But sadly... it doesn't seem to be that way. Gen Y people hitting the workforce are earning more than you and your smugly successful and wealthy friends are... well... wealthy and successful. And you see yourself getting older, saggly, wrinkly, balding and... you get the flow. Younger folks look at you and think you are old. Having a career switch is so bloody tough and as the Eight Days column puts it, my eggs are not getting any fresher but I need to find stability before I can attempt to nurture that stale egg. Haha.... *Bitter Laughter*Yes I know... pull myself together... But I need to complain sometimes... Geez... Curse the world!!! Ok... feel better. Going to bed.
In case you are grossed out. Don't. Those are your vocal cords and they produce beautiful sounds....
“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.
