A few years ago, I was determined not to put myself through the pressure if ever the choice is put before me again. Lo and behold, I did, hoping that everything would be different. Maybe, at first, it seemed natural, as if the ship had its path mapped out and it would be smooth sailing.
I guess the turn of the tide would come eventually. All journeys are the same.
I'm going to use the weekend to calm myself down, get my spirits high again. Then it would be time to hit the books. Book after book after book.
And maybe, just maybe, I can steer the ship pass the storm.
PS. I owe you photos.
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