A flurry of things have been happening recently. The skies look almost grey all the time because of the seasonal rain.

My nights have been mostly nothing but fatigue, a kind of ill fatigue, leaving me little concentration for my work.
It doesn't help that I am taking Statistics this semester. I thought I have already escaped the clutches of JC mathematics - normal distributions, Z-scores... but they came back to haunt me in varsity. Social statistics are not my best friends.

I am weary. Sick.

I just want to let go of all entanglements and go back to square one, when I was in Secondary 3, all eager to serve our Lord, free from the complications that come with age.

"Three little seagulls soaring in the sky.
Where do they come from?
We're quite far, I would think, from the sea, yet these seagulls come by pretty regularly.
They give glory to their creator in the way they fly, soar. flap their wings, for they do what they were made to do, and they do it beautifully."
-- a short excerpt from Corrinne May's blog

I want wholly to do what I was created to do, and to do it beautifully.