August probably has the best introduction page in my journal and that's saying a lot about this favourite month of mine. Is it a coincidence? I doubt it. The page includes this lovely quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year!". Such a timely reminder, I feel like I needed to make sure that August is the best month yet again this year.
Of course, the universe felt like it would be funny to play tricks on my mind. I have been sick ever since I got back from Bangkok. I got better for a few days but then the flu and the coughing fit got worse a day after I came back from Singapore. What is the universe is trying to tell me? Maybe it's trying to tell me to stay in my lane for a while. Stop travelling, for heaven's sake, my lady. But did my heart really listen to that? I don't think so.
I'm trying my best to not get so caught up with the travel bug although checking the flight tickets is pretty much my newfound hobby these days. I still need a getaway, I'm sorry but this time around, I really need a getaway that doesn't make me do anything at all. No walking, no thinking and no planning. Can I have that, please? I need that, my lovely universe. Come, come my way already!
How many times have I included in the blog; that no matter how thoroughly we have everything planned, God is still the Best of Planners. And I just love it! Whenever something I initially planned didn't work out, I always feel like there's just something wrong with the plan all along and therefore, God's plan is so much better. I'm not going to elaborate on that okay I'm sure everyone knows what I mean by it.
I actually can't believe it's August already. It's my birthday month, oh my goodness. I can't believe I'm turning 56 this year. Yeap, that's the actual age of my soul. I can't believe I'm going to be 60 in a few more years but let's not accelerate the whole process, shall we?
The saddest discovery of all is that I am still trying to amp up my reading. I've been slacking like a sloth in its best form and it's not funny. The stack of books on my bedside table is piling and it's not funny. Nothing is funny anymore, okay. I feel so embarrassed just looking at them. It's like they're giving me this accusing look, a look of betrayal - for abandoning them for so long. And yet I have the audacity to order more books? Ya Allah I really need to recheck my spending habits. Just because I spend it on good things (read: books), doesn't make it okay to overspend. Especially when I don't end up finishing them at all.
Ugh. I don't want to complain and yet not fix it, you know? Need to stop complaining lah sister, it's not going to do you any good. But one thing's for sure, August will definitely be the best month. Always have, always will.
Bye!
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