Picking Up the Pieces

There are many things in between the current and last post that had happened. The typical ups and downs of life, mostly down though.

 There were frustrating periods, where I can't find the enthusiasm and discipline to write a single post. It was a complicated woven web, that all I wish to have was an easy life. Monotonous, metronome-like and most important of all, simple.

 Part of life is to get through the challenging times. I considered this period one of the lowest point as far as my serving memory goes. A large chunk of it was robbed. Literally. It takes lots of time, energy and money to pick up the pieces again. At least I was able to go through the routines of daily life without much hindrance. I credit that I have learned and applying it on a daily basis. It helped and I am glad that depression did not take its toll.

 Now that I have a wee space for a breather, I can do some reflection of what has happened and be able to be thankful that things did not break me as feared. Perhaps I have masked it well, but at times and in solitude, thoughts and imagination creeps up and stresses life out. I hope things are going to a brighter side by now and I have no reason to believe the contrary.

 My reminder to self though: The only easy day was yesterday.