Here is my small cat.

And here is my big cow. I mean, cat.

I love my cats. They make me smile all the time.

I got woken up at 6 am by my cats, who kept meowing outside my bedroom door. They complained that their food bowls were already empty. Then it took me a while to get back to sleep. I woke up at 8:58 am, just two minutes before my MS Teams call where I would have to present the trends in Southeast Asia.

Good thing I was already half-decent at that time.

I cooked lasagna for dinner on my slow cooker. I had put too much sauce and cheese. It’s a lovely gooey mess but Twin I loved it.

What if there is somewhere out there who is meant for me? Am I shutting out that person because I am very stubborn and wouldn’t open up to people? Am I right to just hide away and let anger just consume me until I become a witch cooking children deep in the forest?

But how many heartaches must I experience? How many risks do I have to take?

I don’t know why I’m suddenly thinking about this. Maybe because of my conversation with my friend the other night?

But I’m tired.

But then life is not just about finding a partner. Life is a journey and having a partner is not the destination but rather something you may pass through or just a stop. It’s not a goal; it’s just incidental.

I don’t understand myself these days. I may be transitioning or I am just hormonal.