Contentment.. for awhile

When I logged in, I realized I had a draft that wasn’t published.

‘I am sitting wrapped in an over-sized jacket on a cold Saturday morning, made cold only because of the air conditioning unit blowing cold air into my face while I am at my desk. My boy is wrapped in my blanket and very much asleep behind me, and would probably only wake up when he gets hungry. I had placed a mamegoma soft toy, one he had bought for me a couple years back, on his head whilst he slept, because I am an overgrown kid. I had gotten up early only because Nexon gave freebies to users who logged in between 6am – 10am on weekends, also because I was an overgrown kid. Am now sleepily looking at photos of home interiors and wedding dresses on Pinterest, both of which represent happy events to look forward to in the future.

Back then I used to fear anything that might distract me while I juggle my glass balls. My health. My boy. My family. My job. My dreams. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’m still hot and smoking from fiery youth, at 25. However now perhaps with some age I am beginning to think it was OK to not be juggling very well. Life is too short to be worrying about things you can’t control.’