Walk The Line

I'm back. Thank you so much for the sincere condolences and warm regards, I'll be fine. No worries. I am fine, actually :)

I thought retail therapy is always the best short-term remedy for melancholy and overmuch sorrow. That's why I was allowed to carry 6 huge paper bags home last week, spending like there's no tomorrow. But when I reached home, I left those bags remain unmoved in the living room. Then I decided to just do nothing on the next few days except burying my head in textbooks and countless case studies. And surprisingly that works. Now I can conclude that reading is more powerful than shopping; it's effective and it helps you save money at the same time. A win-win solution.

So, it was until yesterday, I finally feel like claiming my old life back. I ran down the stairs, unpacked those shopping bags like they were my belated Christmas presents. "Look what I've bought! I'm still the luckiest person on earth," I mumbled to myself.

Life goes on no matter how desperately you wish to turn back time. To move on after experiencing an epically elegiac episode in life, you simply need a little courage, a little guts, a little time, and a pair of bad-ass shoes. So that you can walk away from all the sadness elegantly and gracefully.






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Good Day,
Bev