Chances Are

Its pouring cats and dogs outside and the room’s temps is going lower. The remote is spoilt. Sitting right underneath the air-cond without a jacket, I’m dangerously frostbitten by the degree of coldness.

I went home 5ish this morning. My first after two weeks of super-calm days at work. Grab big breakfast and had ‘em whilst watching Kungfu Panda at home.

I was on my last bite when I stopped and think ‘I’m gonna miss this if I ever call it a day.’

The late-night work.
The lack of sleep.
The very early breakfast.
The smooth traffic.
The balmy weather at midnight.
The bird-chirping and me tucking into bed.

I’ve been spending a good deal of time planning for the after-marriage. Should I quit my lovely work now and finally have the guts to venture into the photography world? Or maybe I could finally realize my family’s dream of opening up a cafe. Or am I gonna end up being a boring housewife? (I doubt MN will let me). A lot of thinking and planning and asking around for opinions. 

This is the biggest turning point in my life.

I have just started to love my work as a copywriter. Advertising teach me hard lessons. At the same time, there’s a few photography offers thrown at me too. I have to pass it over as I'm not able to commit due to my full-time McJob. 

And then there’s marriage. And MN’s new found job with a renowned news agency. At the back of my head is always the Berlin project I’m delaying (the exhibition’s gonna take place this summer). Super, super slammed matters in hand.

We have a lot of things to do, goals to achieve. And more challenges that’s gonna swing by next i.e kids and building up a happy family.

Sometimes, I ask myself - will I be able to cope?

Surprisingly, I’m more than willing to take all the risk. Chances are, I’m gonna make it through. I've been through so much there's nothing I can't take.

At this moment, I just want to switch off the air-cond and make myself some hot cuppa.