I had a confrontation with my landlady for the first time last Saturday. I felt I needed to say my piece since I had been experiencing inconveniences while their house repair is going on. I was way too assertive that I ended up getting hyped up. A stone massage helped me eased my stress.
My mind, so you know, is confused. Thoughts come and go. I do entertain them at times but mostly I just keep myself busy with stuff. My heart is restless knowing it wants to find its way back home within. It is at this moment that breathing is very necessary.
I am counting my life at the University. I am counting months before I can rest from the hellish traffic.
Where to after? Om shanti, shanti