feathers in the air
Inside these few weeks of mental block, I wasn't really hundred percent willing to move on. I decided to seek for some opinion from my ex-colleague.
I’ve finally realized why I was still upset-
I’ve made myself wrong for taking my own time.
There’s nothing wrong about taking things slow.
I’ve made myself wrong for being laid back, for harvesting the fruit of my few months of work by shopping, hanging out, and putting aside my passion as a trumpet player.
There are times you go all out. There are times you just don’t, and you need some time out. There’s nothing wrong with it.
Maybe I was being too hard on myself, and I forgot that this life I've got, the things that happen and the things that I do, is already being laid out by God.
This whole experience is like me walking in a room full of feathers flying in the air. I got upset, I was angry because they disrupt my eyesight. But there’s nothing wrong with those feathers. They’re just there.
Just relax, let the feathers settle down on the floor, and the room will be clear again.
I’m now ready to move on.