After desperation comes inspiration. It's so true. Journalism isn't quite working out for me (but you can read my fashion articles at Fever Avenue here, if it pleases you) so I'm considering my options. I wish I had thought of my options earlier instead of being so stubborn. Maybe I was just silly. But anyway, options.
I don't consider myself to be super independent, I do need to talk to people about my feelings and my frustrations. I just can't deal with them on my own half the time. I need to cry, need to go a little crazy and prolly freak out a little before I am capable to deal with my issues. My go-to person in such times, who also happens to be my bestest friend and lover *ahem* and gives the most sound advice in the whole wide world, is not around much except 5 mins every night. Honestly, how does one summarises 24 hours of feelings and frustration and happiness in 5 mins. Plus it's a two-way conversation so make that 2.5 mins. But ok, baby steps. One day at a time. So far so good.
Independence don't happen overnight. Neither do success. Freelancing as I go along. Taking baby steps. It's all part of the shaping process. Plus I have a big God. I know I'll look back at this low period in my life in the future and laugh and say "hey, it was essential".
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