You know what they said about Friday the 13th being cursed and would bring bad luck? Well, that's exactly what happened to me. A week ago, I was giddy and all excited for something big that's going to happen in my career life. I felt appreciated, trusted and loved. It was a feeling that I don't want to let go of cause it's such a good feeling. Everything seemed lighter, brighter and sunnier. And yet, fate had to find its way to piss me off. Doomsday began on September 12 which extended until September 13. There you go Friday the 13th! But I'm not mad or hurt at all. I was... in a way, relieved.
Ironically, I felt loved despite the incident. I felt appreciated and trusted despite my obvious shortcomings.
God has better plans.
Not now.
Not yet.
Not everyday is a good day.
But everyday is a new day.
