Irony, it is first early morning of 2018 and here I am dealing with another restless night. Whenever I am having one of those restless night, I decided to try to take it out on blogging. If I am still struggling to sleep, then I will use that extra energy to clean, read, or catch up on the houseworks. We shall see how that's working for me. The effect of moon phase had always been the talk or reason to blame for our behaviors at my workplace. Sometime, I wondered if myself hearing about it so often left me with physicological effect. In other word, it is all in my head with knowledge that it is supermoon on this day. So, I just blame on the supermoon. If I am being super honest, it is more likely the coffee I drank at 4 PM while catching up with my best friend for two hours. That's probably more likely the reliable source. Blaming on the supermoon sounds more cooler. It had only been two days since I opened up about my darkest period. I felt better, lighter, and just bett...
Vomit, they say. Just let it all out. Lately, it is dry heave. Sucks, it truly sucks. Pretty much, it is miserable. I pretty much prefer to have something to throw up with than an empty stomach. Before you jump to conclusion, I am using this as metaphor to describe how I have been feeling. Currently, my soul is in this funky dry heave. They say, it is best to stop re-visiting the past. It seems like I have walked thousand of steps moving forward, putting on million masks, filling the void, and kept on running. Here I am in Alaska with a larger void, more raw, and more in the moment than ever. Don't get me wrong, the escape to Alaska truly saved me in so many ways. Being lost in Alaska forced to have a wrestling match with myself, which it isn't final round just yet. Even though, I am thousand miles away from home and done so many things in short amount of time. There's this darkness latched deep within my soul, which I could not shaken. It is almost as if I have a t...