Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
I'm back from US last last night! PIC was there to pick me. We had popeyes and slept over at my place then to town for a random shoot and dental appointment.
No uploads from US until SSSSS (ask PIC, she gave that name) gathers me all the pictures.
Other than my skin is crispy and peeling like I have skin disease and my room is in a total mess from my barangs barangs left unpacked, I NEED A JOB.
My new hobby is peeling my skin on the trains and while having coffee at coffee clubs. PIC hates my new hobby, I can see.