Writing Back

I've gone back to writing. Perhaps, it'll help me keep my mouth shut. Always craving a new start. A new lease in life.

Still feel odd at work. After work, I did some work a the garden. Some of my seeds are peaking out from the soil but at this point, not sure what exactly it is. I'm an amateur.

Hung out with Marianne. She pointed more things I can do at work. Ask for feedback. What I can do to work better. I'm glad there's a new salesperson joining the company. Marianne and I pigged out. Told each other that that marks our new diet. It's always a feast before the fast. It never works of course, but I always fool myself that it will.

I told her that so many things I use to find so important in my life like music, books, and films, I lately have no interest in. I don't even find travel of any interest anymore. She said it's because our interests change, but I'm dreading that it is due to letting dreams die. We get this one life only.