2006-01-12 02:55:59出前一丁
On the bus home
Most of my meditation is done on my bus home.
What did I do well today? What did I not do well? What needs to be improved? How do I feel now? Etc...etc...
After a day of busy work and 8 hours of standing on high-heels, believe me, it’s not that easy to calm down. My head is still spinning, recalling bits of the incidents, here and there. Important ones, unimportant ones. Sweet ones, bitter ones.
Tonight, it seemed that the bitter ones were the majority, although I tried hard to tell myself it was not my fault. It’s just my character, once again, that made me unable to load the burden off my shoulder. When can I take it easy?
Was it the coffee? Or was it the darkness of the night? I cried on the bus, after smiling, thinking of Japan. It’s all mixed up, the feelings, and the pain. Am I happy? Or do I need some therapy? I really don’t know......
What did I do well today? What did I not do well? What needs to be improved? How do I feel now? Etc...etc...
After a day of busy work and 8 hours of standing on high-heels, believe me, it’s not that easy to calm down. My head is still spinning, recalling bits of the incidents, here and there. Important ones, unimportant ones. Sweet ones, bitter ones.
Tonight, it seemed that the bitter ones were the majority, although I tried hard to tell myself it was not my fault. It’s just my character, once again, that made me unable to load the burden off my shoulder. When can I take it easy?
Was it the coffee? Or was it the darkness of the night? I cried on the bus, after smiling, thinking of Japan. It’s all mixed up, the feelings, and the pain. Am I happy? Or do I need some therapy? I really don’t know......