Sunday, July 23, 2006
A friend remarked today about how upset I seemed at our last national conference. But as the next one approaches - I have realized the same pre-conference depression is kicking in again. On one hand - I am incredibly excited about this conference - its the first large scale national conference that the LC is hosting; and we've put in a lot of hard work into it - in particular, the very exhausted, very dedicated and very hardworking OC.
Maybe its pms, maybe its too many sleepless nights where I have stayed up till 6 am working, praying, wishing.
Last night, well sometime around 5 am to be precise - I found myself sitting infront of my incredibly slow PC, finishing up a logo that would somehow be reflective of what the MC wants for conference, typing out the delegate mailer and crying because I was so depressed at where my life was heading and how - these days - no one understands what I have gone through or am going through. No one ever does, actually. I am just a crier.
I walked out of my room to get a glass of water. When I walked back in, the entire room was filled with this overpowering sense of flowers.
That was it.
I believe in the fact that whenever someone close to you dies, they come back to see you. And you can always smell flowers in the air.
And last night, after months of missing her intensely, I really felt my mother was there, somewhere. And that she somehow understood.
thankyou :)
Maybe its pms, maybe its too many sleepless nights where I have stayed up till 6 am working, praying, wishing.
Last night, well sometime around 5 am to be precise - I found myself sitting infront of my incredibly slow PC, finishing up a logo that would somehow be reflective of what the MC wants for conference, typing out the delegate mailer and crying because I was so depressed at where my life was heading and how - these days - no one understands what I have gone through or am going through. No one ever does, actually. I am just a crier.
I walked out of my room to get a glass of water. When I walked back in, the entire room was filled with this overpowering sense of flowers.
That was it.
I believe in the fact that whenever someone close to you dies, they come back to see you. And you can always smell flowers in the air.
And last night, after months of missing her intensely, I really felt my mother was there, somewhere. And that she somehow understood.
thankyou :)
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