Much has happened since I last sign in. One would have thought that I'd stop bloggina after Patches died. True, I mourne him still but life goes on, especially work. Work has been crazy. I have been working past 11pm everynight for the past 3 weeks. It's exhausting. I never thought I'd say this, but it feels as though I might be near a burn out.
Question marks has begun to appear like tiny cracks in a badly-cemented brick wall. Am I on the right path that God has destined for me? Have I deviated from His plans? Does God have a plan for me? Why am I working so hard for so little benefit? A friend once told me that my time is precious and what time God has given me I have to make the most of it. Yet here I am, wasting my precious gift on work. A work that bring little satisfaction and much heartache, and I can't even take solace from my salary either. It is a sinking ship, I might have to act the rat and desert it.
