minutes to midnight.

Tomorrow's Australia Day. Tonight, I get fever symptoms and do overtime. Oh joy.

On hindsight (remember the thing I was whinging about?), the recent turn of events have led me to think that perhaps there might a small possibility that it was all allowed to be orchestrated by Him. Today as I returned home, I wondered if perhaps I was standing on the brink of destiny. Okay so maybe that sounds a tad overdramatic, but if you think about it, does every little decision we make not shape what is eventual?

Initially, my motivation for moving on was more or less spurred by the non-inclination to remain in an environment which will only degrade over time, to seek greener pastures so called. Yet, I wonder if perhaps this might not be my opportunity to pursue that which I often dream about, but never quite had the will to do something about?

It's easy to get comfortable and familiar with the same five days-a-week routine. Because it's stable and because you get a fixed income. And sometimes you're afraid to move because you second-guess the risks involved. What if it never gets better? What if you don't make it?

But I guess we'll never know until we try.

And this time, I fully intend to, if He be willing.


. arigato .