I really don't know how my husband can love me. Really. Before we got married (in 2006, far, far away in the island of Mactan), we had been together for almost 10 years. Yes, breakups here and there. Arguments, etc. etc. But really, I find myself wondering why the hell he could stand me?
No, this isn't my love diary and all. It's just a point I am trying to drive at. You see, I was never diagnosed to have ADD. But I feel it in my heart that I do. The signs are all there, even screaming at your face. I have all my things scattered, and even these objects laying on my big table have a wide range of topics, from my MA in Reading, to my new found hobby or business which is embellishments, to sewing, to being (or wanting to be) a fashion artist, to running. Shocks. Sometimes even I cannot find the right path. And obviously, I cannot be led to salvation.
I've now noticed about myself that I start things with a high level of enthusiasm. Example? Law school, Sped, Reading, Tutorial. In hobbies? Sewing, now embellishing. In sports? Badminton, boxing, swimming, and now running. I cannot stay loyal to one. And I hate it that down the line, I cannot master anything. Any thing.
It's really a shame. I feel that in the middle of my striving hard to reach my goals, I give up, or I lose interest. And I cannot find it in my physiological makeup to find the strength to maintain whatever interest. Oh well...
That's why my MA is important to me. I do need to finish something you know. I am about to be done with my practicum, and it's the thesis that I just cannot hurdle. I am really, praying so mighty hard to finish it. Not only for my title, but also to remind myself that despite this difficulty I know I have, I can overcome it.
Well, good luck to me....
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