Self Loving

Practicing to type. Wonder how fast I can type. Apparently quite a number of jobs require fast typing. Does that mean I will be constantly staring at the screen?

Because I remember my sister’s first job. It requires her eyes to constantly be on the screen to type out reports of the problems people are facing. And the job pays only slightly better. And when I say slightly better, I mean like maybe 200-300 ringgit more?

I think from this exercise I’ve demonstrated to myself if not anyone else, that I can type fairly fast and well. I’m impressed. With myself. Haha. Too much self love? Well, people need it every now and then, in fact, more often than not, so why not? I will forever keep this er…passage?

Because recently I made a friend during an interview for Emirates flight attendants. And she told me she read my blog, and I was of course a lil shocked. So anyway, she asked me why I stopped posting stuff. And I had no good answer to that question. But today, here I am at McDonalds, typing away. I think my problem is that I lack motivation.

I guess I’ve known it for some time but this is the first time I’ve ever said it out loud.

This feels nice. I’m not sure if it is the fact that I’m out of the house, or because I’m writing, or because I have something to write that I feel confident about, but this feels nice.

I feel happy. This is what I should be doing.

I know Erica needs me, but I need to find myself, be true to myself in order to be able to take care of myself in order to take care of her. It doesn’t make Erica any less important than me. It’s just the same thing as the flight instructions. “Please put the oxygen mask on yourself before helping others with their mask.” It’s as simple as that.