elmerglued

Events have been a little too sucky lately. And I’m the last person to say that I can tolerate all these things. Every day has been a tug-of-war for me: should I sulk and complain? Or should I shrug these off and explore other avenues? Mind you, it’s easier said than done to prefer the latter especially if you’ve covered all bases just like what I did (I think).

Sure, I still wet my eyes almost every day, but before I go to bed I end up dreaming big (actually, bigger) things for myself, which is good. That only means I’m recovering and seeing the bigger (that’s the word again) picture.

Apparently, resiliency is in my DNA. I never thought I had it.