It seems that changes have been inevitable in the last 2 years, and for the most part, they were generally difficult to adapt to. Being resistant to changes (save for ideas when it comes to work), I think I have been rather hard on myself, expecting myself to be able to adapt overnight and silencing all little voices inside my brain.
Changes, now, to me seem to be for the better - it symbolises the acceptance of the inevitable and unchangeable. If one does not change, one becomes susceptible to being left out/behind.
For the last 8 months, I already learnt to let go bit by bit the control freak in me at work, trying to strike a balance between perfectionism and accuracy and time efficacy. I learnt that there are indeed things in life that I cannot control, and that my fate is often not under my control, as a perfect project can be tarnished by just a stroke of luck, so as to speak. I will continue to learn that I would not be able to be in control of the entire picture, as much as I wish to.
For now, I need to find back the creative streak, that I stifled and kept hidden for so long.
Inspiration, O where art thou?
Feeling woozy
Belle
