busy weekend with little sleep again.
its only as the hours creep closer to monday on a sunday night,
do i get to relish my achievements or disappointes for the entire week.

somehow i always seem to ask myself,
where did my weekend go and come to think of it,
i'm thankful this week that it went down fast.
not that anything bad or good happened,
just that somehow speeding through it seemed like a good option.

even up to the point that i dont realise that the holidays have started.
this time last year, i was so thankful for it to end.
and a whole three weeks lined up with activities.

and now,
its just crazily planned with obligations lined one after the other.
how oxymoronic huh.

things have changed,
and well, i do feel a little different.
a little more blase, a little taller looking at things.
as the wheel turns, i ask myself, was this what i saw myself doing or being in a year?

funny huh?
regrets seem celebratory now,
as the bottle seems a little clearer to the eye,
but yet it seems to have grown.


seriously,
it took me a year to reflect on the previous year??
sheesh!

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