She writes from the heart, loves unabashedly, says what she feels, and lives to explore.
Alone in a crowd and often misunderstood, she's a nomad who finds home wherever she roams and immeasurable joy in the colours of the sunset sky. You'll find her dining alone with a book, on a table for one. This is her story.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
No medals here
Today I heard that I didn't make it to the shortlist of something I thought I was quite good at. I gave it my best shot, which is what should feel good. Except that it doesn't. It's not that I wanted it so badly that my world has shattered. I didn't. But I gave it my best shot. And my self judgement told me (and its usually correct) I did well. Yet I didn't.
Maybe I need to return to the competitive world. Maybe I'm losing the edge.