Another 12 months flown by,
52 weeks accumulated wisdom,
coupled with 365 days of lessons.
as I am sitting in one.
Sometimes I feel I understand,
at times I don’t.
During those clueless moments,
the content is repeated unknowingly,
as if there’s someone out there,
wanting me to truly comprehend this knowledge.
I keep my head low,
or call for a time-out,
willing myself a breakthrough,
to gain the insight needed,
so the repetition stops.
On other occasions,
I feel the adrenaline rush,
especially impressed by myself,
my capability to pick up the skills.
My gut tells me,
these are your strengths,
work on those,
you’ll go far.
8760 hours of lectures and homework,
I know for sure,
this constant evolution,
Ready to receive,
poised to take-off,
for my next birthday.
The level of energy does affect one’s enthusiasm. I haven’t been writing much here for a long time.
Not only was the muse out of my reach, there was nothing I felt I could verbalise with words.
Since the start of the year, work has consumed most of my energy and strength. Surviving with minimal nutrients, I seem to have lost some weight (yay?) Though I wasn’t sure having a weak constitution was the best driver for weight loss.
I felt weak most of the time and I always seem to have a cloudy brain. Was my body failing me?
I was saying the wrong things as thoughts running through my mind dashed out of my mouth before a jog around the brain.
How does that sound? Ready made meals and porridge were my main supplements and I was home usually after 9.
It took me a while to get workload back to reasonable levels after conversations with the manager.
An entire weekend of doing doing – eating/cooking – > watching videos(mind numbing) -> sleeping(and more sleeping) over two days. While everyone else (at work) was plagued by Monday blues, I felt normal. Energetic, calm and focused.
Indeed, the body and brain need their rest. Sufficient rest to function like a normal human being.
Keeping that in mind – I have been retiring early each night and gorging myself silly over the bank holiday weekend. Good nutritious food made by me – no leftovers for a few days. Setting up a good rhythm with minimum of seven hours of sleep and waking up at the right time, I felt normal. Those who have been following my previous entries are probably aware of my foot injury – coming to its two year anniversary – is finally feeling better. Weekly runs on the grass and one run to the library all suggest that my fish-tank days are coming to an end.
I am back.
A seed has been sowed in UK.
As the seasons changes and seduces the emotions.
Seedling undergoes germination
Immersion in culture differences provokes a change in perspective.
Water the bud and watch it grow.
Meeting folks from anywhere inspires amazing thoughts.
Scatter the fertiliser and give it nutrients.
Travelling to historic sites and patches of greens draws the imagination to great heights.
We can now see tiny leaves and buds sprouting out.
How far will it grow? When will it bear fruit?
We dont know. But one thing for sure: a new life is born.
This has been entered for Thursday Poets Rally 44
Thanks for everyone’s encouragement and I am extremely grateful to all your comments.
And especially to the folks from Thursday Poetry Rally and Poetry Potluck Monday.
Special mention to J who started the Working Holiday Textbook with me, Kate who discovered me and also Jingle for introducing me to the poetry exchanges! 🙂
The Celebrate Poet of Summer in 2011 Honorable Mention Award…