Day 3: Conveyor of Life

And so, there I was, staring at the staircase of my future. Instead of reporting to my new office building, I found myself at the doorsteps of head office, frozen in fear, envisioning that figurative master piece of a conveyor belt that now physically appeared in front of me. I felt the globus sensation thickening … Continue reading Day 3: Conveyor of Life

Day 1: Clicking Restart

Call it a mid-life crisis...a quarter-life crisis...or call it whatever you want but just weeks before my big 3-0 I found myself croushing over, hyperventilating, as cold sweat bubblesΒ  formulated around my hairline. Is this really it?! Am I actually, really turning 30?! What have I done with my life?! Is it all enough?! I … Continue reading Day 1: Clicking Restart