On shifting a timeline

Ahh at last.

Maybe I've gone past lamenting my miseries and that's a good thing. When I look at my perpetually playful little dog running around the dusty house I feel challenged. She can be happy, (forever trying to hone her ninja skill to sneak into the bedroom so I can cuddle her) so why can't I?

Thanks to these four years, and to the adorables. I'm really thankful that it happened. Content. I'm glad I could realize the value of something before it's actually over in this case. Frustrated. Well, the sudden low note took me by surprise and I'm still bitter about that. But it also added bits of extra gladness for I was not alone, after all.

On another note, my batch is already planning some outings and I'm really amused. Hee hee~ It'll be fun if this could mean a real blast and now I'm looking forward for my next therapy so I can recover faster and join in the fun. Missing this would be a major stab so yeah, I'm praying hard. The accident really sets my plans back, but still my girl-friends are currently trying to make time to visit and help me reorganize my newly renovated chamber. Oh yes, my house is being renovated and it's become more foreign than ever. On the other hand, I got a chance to redesign my room. There are two sides to everything, after all. The sides are not always even, but they are there. People will be people. Loud people will be loud people. Obnoxious ones will be obnoxious. Oh dear. Oh well.

I've already accepted that I kinda have multiple timelines. When one stops, frozen, the other resumes. What is new, other than the things you could invent by yourself. We just have to keep treasuring our time, whenever, wherever and whatever.