My 2009
Back in the beginning of 2009, right around my 30th birthday, I had this blog entry that I never got to post. As I read it again, almost a year later, I see that except for maybe a couple items, I still feel the same way.
20 Questions:
- Where do I begin?
- How can we come back home within a few years?
- Why do some people care more about what I should have instead of my happiness?
- Why is it so hard to respect those who do not respect me?
- Why do I feel discontented despite all my blessings?
- Why do I feel trapped, when we said we can always go back?
- When is “always” going to happen?
- Why am I here in the first place?
- How bad will life be if we come back home?
- Really?
- Why can’t I embrace this lifestyle the way other people did (and still do)?
- Why is it so hard to not think about our life if we were back home?
- Why is it so hard for me to find friends that share my pains?
- Why am I still depressed?
- Why does having no steady income make me feel like a failure?
- When should I start doing something for myself, something I truly love? (I decided to volunteer my skills to Taproot Foundation, where I will be working with a team pro-bono to help with marketing campaigns of non-profit orgs. I’m starting next year. Perhaps this will help.)
- Why did I ever think I will have time to start my own business when taking care of my family takes 24 hours in a day?
- Why are there only 24 hours in a day?
- Why is it so hard to not think about all these things?
- When will my questions be answered, if at all?
Maybe it’s the holiday blues kicking in full gear, or maybe it’s really just me. I know I have to keep things in perspective, because there really is so much to be thankful for: my family is healthy and whole, I have a husband who loves me and works hard to provide for us and a son who brings us joy. We are very much loved and blessed. That’s all that truly matters, right?
I just wish reminding myself about these 20 times a day can make me feel better.
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