“What’s that word, what’s that word?”

 I keep asking myself over and over again…

“Is the word disappointment?”

 But you don’t have any expectations or do you?

 “Then what is it Mag, why do u not feel good?”

“I sure as hell have no idea, logically it all make sense and it seems that this has been the way things are since mid October 2015. I should have gotten used to it by now.”

 “Demoralising, depressing, lousy, repressed. Missing the random chats, the laughs, the luxury of walking and basically meeting up a friend. I don’t know.”

 As simple as it sounds, patience is running out and I can feel myself being devoured by darkness. Why did I have to fall sick? How did the fracture happen? Why is this happening to me all at once?

“Be strong Mag, just a little bit more. Another month and I promise, you would be walking in your air-cast. You will get there and when you do, you’ll look back and smile knowing you gave your best.”

So here’s me talking to me. If I’m lucky and my determination pays off, next month this time I’ll be on-board the airplane to my first 2016 vacay. I need this boost before my new work-a-venture which I’m uncertain of right now. I want to try so many new things in 2016 and please let this be a good year for me… if not better.