In the new year, I carry with me one thing I can’t place my finger on.
These days, I weave in and out of time without the physical notion of it ticking away, of days counting down without me. I’m sat home on a Saturday night, tapping away on my Macbook, with little desire to be anywhere else. 2 years ago, tonight would’ve had a different start and end.
As someone without a 9-to-5, weekdays and weekends have become a unit. The measurement of my hard work relies on my everyday discipline to wake up, get to work and never look back. We joke about being Chinese and seeking the best, but deep inside I will not deny this to be any less than the truth. I want to see results for the life I so wish to have.
Am I Chinese enough?