The previous week was nothing short of things that overwhelmed and shocked my core. I thought I would not come out whole. But a few seconds ago I checked, I am as whole as ever, only a little tired.
I had to submit three papers for my master’s classes, meet my students for consultations on their papers, attend to my brother who was admitted for a week in the hospital, coordinate the writing of a book for an NGO I’m working for, comply with the requirements of the new program I’m moving to (I’m transferring from Journ to Asian Studies next sem) and the list continues.
I am beginning to grow sick of complaining about the things I’m going through these days; I hate listening to my own rants and rambles.
And I’m just happy to be back here.