It's been exactly a year since my operation. Despite how fast time has flown by, the ordeal seemed like such a long while ago. Eventful. That's how the year has felt like.
I took 2 months to get back on my feet. Miraculously, I saw past my own disappointment to remain with him. September was spent in Shanghai, Suzhou and Hangzhou. How I made it in those 8 days is a mystery on hindsight. I was foolhardy to have made the trip. I know.
December was spent in Japan skiing and being whipped by the Siberian winds atop Mount Zao. I think I was really trying to enjoy life as much as I could, because my health was so precious and hard to come by. That was while I was battling bronchitis and/or asthma. To this day, I'm not quite certain which one I actually have. I'm told that it'll be there with me for life. I really hope not.
The new year ushered a new job promising more fun and a better pay. Since then, it's been a whirlwind of activities. Sydney in April for training, Jogjakarta in May for holidays, Florida in May for an internal business conference, Yunnan in June for holidays.
Now that I am reflecting back on the year, suddenly I realized I had allowed life to sweep me away. What were the goals I was trying to achieve at the start of this year? Where were my voice and sense of purpose? What did I really want in my life?
I need to regain my center. Leave time for myself. Exercise. Sleep well. Take care of myself first and foremost. Most importantly, health and happiness have to take priority.
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