It’s Thursay. It’s a weird vibe outside in the city.
Feels like spinning my wheels in place. Not sure what to focus on.
I’ve always been thorough with most things I do.
What I’m trying to say is that … I’m feeling a bit disoriented.
I love working.
I love working on projects. I loved working on the project I’m parting ways with.
I guess I’m sad it’s over. Or it will soon be.
I’m saying goodbye to the project I’ve been working on in the past 8.5 months.
While I didn’t like it all the time, I can recognize my growth working on it.
Yeah, my time at Urgent Beton is coming to an end.
And I’m feeling sad about it. I didn’t expect to feel like this, but hey.
I’m an emotional creature, at the end of the day.
So many changes in the past few years.
So many changes.
I’ve learned a lot. How to send ajax calls.
What I enjoyed most was seeing my work grow. Seeing something I created having an impact on the project. Seeing my contribution to the project.
I love seeing my work being useful to other people. I still do, no matter what shape it takes.
I enjoy being useful.
I love it.
I love to contribute, that’s the thing. I want to keep contributing. I would like to share some more, please, thank you very much.
That’s what I would like to do.
Having a contribution is important to me. I didn’t read all those spirituality books for naught, did I?
Ayni. That’s what it was called. The constant flow of giving and receiving. I guess Alberto Villoldo talks about it.
Alberto Villoldo… It’s been such a long time since I’ve delved into spirituality. I kinda miss it. And, at the same time, I don’t.
This article has no structure. I’m writing my thoughts. Usually, I write down my thoughts on a piece of paper. But this MacBook will do for now.
Back to writing. So many notes. So many ideas. What has come of them? Have I used anything? Did anything I read actually contribute to my life, to my well-being, I wonder? Something must have, I guess.
This is not another rah-rah feel good positive thinking article. This is me pouring and sharing my thoughts.
“We go forward, we go back. I’m real, father”.
Random thoughts, I guess. I need to focus better. Crafting. Do or don’t do, there is no try. I was so happy. Focus on the past time?
Should I publish this article or should I not? Not many readers on this site, I guess.
Moments like these are natural, they are normal. Ups and downs. We go forward, we go back.
We spiral. It’s a spiral of some sorts. Navigate… the emotional waves of wellbeing.
Spell cast craft. And other none-sense (intended).
