The last Monday of 2020

I started writing this on Monday during a work break. I didn’t continue writing as the day got busy and I chose to go back to work. Later that day I went out with very dear friends who make me laugh from the bottom of my heart. I obviously can’t finish this either, but sharing:

(Also LOL on planning a day in the sun for Friday)

The last Monday of 2020, and I’m sitting in my office on a day where I was supposed to be working from home, but voluntarily chose to show up, and I’m listening to Edge of Desire by John Mayer, so obviously I’m feeling idyllic and very much in love.

It’s ironic, right? I voluntarily woke up at 6:30 am, and I was at the office an hour earlier than 9:00 am my working hour, and I was the only person here for hours before Feras came in, and now Radwan and Walaa. This is all on a Monday and a few days before the end of the remarkable 2020.

I’m planning a nice day in the sun for Friday,

Merry Christmas

I wanted to finish and publish the posts that I have started but didn’t finish, and I found this written on Christmas day. So I have no idea why I didn’t finish it, but I don’t think I can finish it now, as I am not feeling the same bliss I did back then. Sharing, nonetheless:

It’s Christmas, people; it’s that time of year where everything is so Godly and beautiful, and all the other things fade away. It’s Christmas; I hope you’re having a merry one.

I just painted my nails black, and I have my heating pad warming my freezing feet, and I’m still listening to the same songs I was listening to while I was car cruising an hour ago, and I’m so in love with this world.

It’s not a feeling of apathy, and it’s not fear, it’s just