Who knows?

                                                'Know what you want, in order to be happy'

Simple. I want to get married by the time I turned 26 years old. Dear God, please prep me up, so that I am ready to get married and actually be married when I turn 26. That is one. Number two. I want a stable life, not like the one I am living now, whereby I jump from one house to the next, based on where my client is. It's not fun and I honestly have lost my sense of stability. It'd be awesome if I can sleep in  my own double bed, with my yellow comforter with my own pillows, on a daily basis. Having my own shower in my own room, cursing at my own trash and mess instead of picking up other people's mess. The third one, it will be to have a job that I look forward to, every day. I wake up just fine every day, with some sense of responsibility, knowing that I have to get my job done but I don't know if I am doing it with a smile or am I doing it while I am cursing. I will always be forever thankful that I am working with really helpful, awesome people, who makes life bearable. Team mates that are always around when I need help, a boss that is forever understanding, knowing how slow I can be and yet, tolerate my silliness but somehow, at the end of the day, you tend to ask if you are actually doing this for your self or to please others? The answer will always be the latter one, which is to please others. I know what I want. I want to learn but its a steep learning curve. You ought to stumble once in a while but in my case, it has always been a struggle and I stumble more than anyone else but why am I still there, beats me. I don't know. God knows. In terms of material things, sure I want new handbags, new shoes, new jeans and more but you know, those things are only material possession. It makes you look pretty on the outside but it doesn't feed you in the inside. Note the miserable tone of this post. Peak season is starting. You tend to appreciate life more, when you have free time. Actually, I don't but you'd rather crack your tiny brain, trying to create a sentence here, rather than typing out on those Excel sheets, with Arial size font of 8 with pink coloured squares and thick borders outlining it. Little anal things that auditors do. Oh yes, post about my one year old journey. That shall be up soon. When I can finally breathe a bit.