And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about. -- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on The Shore
there were five of us in that karaoke room, singing out loud to every song, eating big fat prawns off the buffet tables, stuffed. you can't beat the song choices of a bunch of 90s kids, i can tell you that. one song after another, each brought back so much memories and that made the night a little bittersweet. i was munching on an asparagus stalk(?!) when a colleague of mine said, oh Sharon, i'm gonna miss you and your rabbit food. i chuckled. it's a little ironic that we meet people, get to know them, maybe learn something new and one day, maybe we won't see each other again. that happens a lot, no? i've met lots of good people in my career, and i've attended quite a number of farewell parties like this, i watched people leave. life happens.
here's what this is about -- my last day at work was the 30th of june. i hit that reset button, i'm starting over. could've stayed, but i didn't. it was obvious that i needed to walk away. so here's to the big unknown, but for now, i'll stay still because that's what i need. i'll run at the park every morning if i could make it before the rain pours, i'll practice my headstand in the afternoon and build that arm strength i've been babbling about, i'll be present.
p.s i did sing a full-blown 4 Non Blondes "What's Up" and i hope no one's traumatized :)