When good isn't good enough
Its been nearly four months since I joined my dance class. And so far its been the only good thing that I did for myself. I enjoy the classes so much that I wonder why I kept delaying to join one. Which also makes me question my career choices. Dancing is my escape to happiness now.
I never thought my dream of going to for Higher Studies would make me run around all the government offices in Bangalore! I have an offer from this uni, when I went and approached this bank for a loan I was told that there were some documents missing and are necessary for my loan to be approved. Its tough running around all by yourself and finding information. Probably in other situations I would have seen it as building character stuff but not now! I desperately want to go and this! So, I guess this year too I have to see my dream crushed. Its horrible to feel this way.
@work, things aren't good either, I am all of a sudden in a spotlight and expected to know everything and although I am trying hard, it isn't good enough
I feel void. That's the truth. And I know I did this to myself. No love, no glory.
After nearly five years, I decided to look up the old suitcase of my dad's to see if I get lucky and find something. Only that the trip down the memory lane turned out to be a gamut of emotions - all sorts strange, funny, shocking.
Now that I am back to square one, it feels weird and hurtful. I don't know why I stopped blogging. There are always these random thoughts clogged in my head that refuse to come down as words. Now, I wish to start blogging again.
I never thought my dream of going to for Higher Studies would make me run around all the government offices in Bangalore! I have an offer from this uni, when I went and approached this bank for a loan I was told that there were some documents missing and are necessary for my loan to be approved. Its tough running around all by yourself and finding information. Probably in other situations I would have seen it as building character stuff but not now! I desperately want to go and this! So, I guess this year too I have to see my dream crushed. Its horrible to feel this way.
@work, things aren't good either, I am all of a sudden in a spotlight and expected to know everything and although I am trying hard, it isn't good enough
I feel void. That's the truth. And I know I did this to myself. No love, no glory.
After nearly five years, I decided to look up the old suitcase of my dad's to see if I get lucky and find something. Only that the trip down the memory lane turned out to be a gamut of emotions - all sorts strange, funny, shocking.
Now that I am back to square one, it feels weird and hurtful. I don't know why I stopped blogging. There are always these random thoughts clogged in my head that refuse to come down as words. Now, I wish to start blogging again.