I’ve been feeling sluggish lately.
I thought it must be because of the bad, moody weather or lack of sleep. But even when the sun’s up and I’ve slept all of 8 hours, I still don’t feel the energy.
I started tracing my stress trigger.
And though I’ve ignored it so many times, I am finally admitting it to myself: I’m gaining weight.
A and I went to Starbucks after dinner.
It was a mini reunion of sorts.
We’ve hardly talked with each other for the past months, to think that we work in the same station and department. Late night talks like these are much needed breathers from the loads of stress we get from working in this industry.
Though I have friends at work, I can say that A is one of the few friends with whom I can blab on and on about things I can never talk about with people from the office.
Like this odd thing I have for ________.
Or the never ending craziness for ________.
You know that feeling when you just want to talk about it and let it all out. And when that’s over, you can just forget about the whole thing.
That is, until the next time that feeling hits.
Hearing A talk about the same person we’ve talked about for almost 6 years makes me think how much we’ve changed over the years.
Here we are with jobs we’ve always wanted, though not quite what we ultimately dreamed of ( I want to be Oprah and A wants to be a filmmaker.) We have more than enough bucks to burn mid week before payday. We’ve acquired a certain fashion sense and Extenso-ed our hair. We’ve grown older.
This is what we see outside.
But inside, it seems the same. After all these years, that heartbreaking craziness is still there.
