Breathe

I've been listerning to Corrine Bailey Rae for two days now. The thing is I used to hate jazz and worshipped Eddie Vedder and Kurt Cobain and the whole underground alternative music thingie. I dyed my hair purple and green (not at the same time though). Did all that angst-ridden rant and went all poetic about pain and boys. Then Eraserheads happened, I left college, joined the workforce and paid my due to this country and its people who subsidized my tertiary education. I grew up, discovered that the world does not stop turning everytime I switch careers or get my heart broken. Then I became a corporate zombie, a foot soldier, and I was disappointed but after weeks of trying to look for someone to blame I learned to take small steps instead on strides. Instead of rushing into things that I'd probably regret doing or trying to do several things at the same time, I might as well stop, take deep breaths and look beyond making five-year or 10-year plans. I'm loving this shift so far. It helps me think clearly, including the next moves I have to make --- my career, my thesis/internship, my responsibilities as a daughter and a sister. I think I'll arrange my books (gathering dust since I moved to a new studio a month ago) tonight.