just a choice...

Yes so this is where I am.

My work means a lot to me because it gave me the freedom I was seeking in life, but more so because it taught me what freedom means. It’s another high when you are looking for something intangible and you get it, especially when you hardly understand it.

But can I talk to my work? Will it talk back to me? Can I hug n pamper it? Will it hug n care for me too? Will it allow me to take it for granted? No, no, no, no & no.
For me, nothing can replace the freedom and strength my work gives me. But at the same time it cannot replace the value any person might hold in my life. I need both of them to carry on in this journey of mine.

But again it’s a choice.

Either I can do nothing about it and let this phase affect the next 31, 61, 92 days...
Or I do something and change the next 31, 61, 92 days for the better.

All it takes is a decision. Of course if you know me, you know I have made mine.