What keeps me going?
It's been more than a month – a month and eight days to be precise – since I started working post-college life.
It's been a great year; so far everything seems okay. I've been able to reconnect with my friends, establish new bonds, and even forge a stronger relationship with my biological family. The first job I was able to consider is something I did study for three and a half years – Earth. Studying geography was probably one of the best life decisions I ever made, and it excites me to know that were previously disguised as some random musings back when I was much younger has now been identified as fully developed interests that I have in my life.
I've been calmer. I've learned – learning – how to be chill. I have a better grasp of my thoughts now, though I will never blame my mind for being so wonderful, curious, and knowledge-seeking. Can't even believe it, that patience is something I've been trying to master for so long. I am amazed by the discipline I have implemented upon myself.
The first half of this year was not a smooth sail. It took me five or more months to finally say that I have moved on from such a heartbreak (I got no regrets at all). I've met someone; I've met a lot of people: new, old, floating, etc. It was nice to know that affection, attention, and care can be found from any soul fleeting within this world.
Ha, I found someone.
Yet, I haven't lost track of the plan I devised to myself: self-care.