The world I live in

To talking! Especially when stressed beyond tolerance.

When it hits you, it hits you, all at one time and in some cases one after another. This seems to be the case with almost everyone I am in touch with. If this is what it means to be an adult, a grown up responsible human being, I think I'll work in social services in my next life. And definitely no marriage, no kids. Perhaps the coward's way out is what I am thinking of. For now, I tackle the multiple issues that have just fallen in my lap without restraint. P.S. : Thank you so much God  for the angels to help in the form of family and friends.

Looking back I should have not turned my back on the dream that I had the night before the big day. It was a warning and I didn't heed it. A person walking in front of an oncoming vehicle repeatedly and getting hit. A snake that never let me rest. It didn't make sense then. Now, it speaks volumes. Perhaps the future would negate that warning and I will dream a better dream, someday, a dream of better and more good things to come. Until then, I face reality. And face it I will. Dear God, I don't know what the next second holds. Just don't let go of my hand.

What makes relationships work? Need? Dependency? Trust? Incompleteness? Desire? Circumstances? What works at one point doesn't work forever. People change. Got to have a stable relationship with oneself before even thinking of venturing into a relationship with another.

When low, eat plenty of chocolates and pastries or food you like. Apart from the unhealthy side effects, food never lets you down. That's the very basic side of me giving into gluttony. The good side says 'don't give in'. Too late. Those purple covered Quality Street Mackintosh chocolates are history.

"I don't want to become like Barbie and put it down". (It being weight / tummy size.)

There is God who holds me in the palm of His hand. And I've been reminded that prayer can move mountains. So tempted to be selfish.

I can't handle the expectations or the emotions. I don't want the responsibilities nor the attachments. I am one.

When exhausted or stressed, dreams are an outlet, perhaps. Or a way to express. Or a warning (?). In less than 2 hours, I've undergone close to death experience when trying to learn about content writing. I was successful in the learning but accidents, which can happen anytime, were what made me miserable and made me uneasy. I've woken up to a cool January afternoon. My nephew's hand constantly touches me while he sleeps beside me seeking reassurance. I am happy that I am no longer in pain. Can dreams connect people? Or are mine a sign of things to come?