Before That First Day

I thought it's appropriate that a note be written before my next lap.

As, a form of, you know, a milestone remembrance of some sort.

I also realised that I've been writing in very direct manners these days, compared to the days when I was struggling, when I would wrote in slightly more "deep" or "abstract" manner.

Guess things have changed.

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Things will be fresh, and things will be new. There are things I know, and then there are things that I do not know.
Frankly, I am kinda frightful. It seems that I'd be shouldering a big chunk of responsibility in the new place. Pushing forward for new projects and taking care of the rest of... well, the rest.

But as I look back, I realised that a part of me had dreamt about this long time ago. It was just a secret desire, something I wish to be, but think that I will never achieve because I felt small and insignificant.

I am not saying that I feeling great and almighty now. I am still the same. I am just thankful that I am granted the opportunity to step into a bigger pair of shoes. And the same me is going to go into this thing that I've asked God for but never expected to do so.

And so I (will/have to) go.

I've told myself that I should sleep early tonight to be prepared for tomorrow. And here I am, typing away, with a VERY untidy room I am suppose to clean up during my one week break, stuffs to be packed for the new office, while listening to my church's first-released worship CD and having small chats with my new colleagues.

It's still overwhelming. The thought of helming something so new. Getting everything organised for the new office, the people, the work, the works...

In fact, I am anticipating that I would be very busy and this place would probably be moving on slower. But we'll see.

Meantime, do lend me a prayer if you can.

I'd go with God for sure.


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