a new start, maybe?

I have been trying since time immemorial to be organized and make something out of the chaos that is my life. Testament to this is the numerous datebooks and organizers I've accumulated in the past--all filled up only a couple of months at most. I've stopped using organizers since I realized that I am just wasting good money on planners that are not helping me get organized in the least. All the phones I've used have an organizer of sorts but aside from the usual birthdays and occasional can't-let-pass happenings, they've remained mostly unused.

Since the year is fast drawing to a close, all sorts of planners and organizers once again abound in bookstores and shop counters. I never really paid any attention, but this article somehow got me interested in maybe, just maybe, giving self-organization one more chance.

Anywho, I am not getting any younger with each passing day notwithstanding my kid-at-heart outlook in life. It's high time I act even a little like my real age and be an adult in the real sense. How scary. It is gonna be a challenge, that's for sure. Just thinking up of worthy, meaningful stuff to put in those blank pages is already a big hurdle, sloth that I am.

Speaking of which, that reminds me I just finished getting evaluated at work. I admit I am not surprised to hear that my superiors expect a bit more initiative on my part as a prerequisite of my position. They were kind enough to attribute my passivity to my relative lack of experience, being new (compared to them) in this line of work. You could probably guess that I let out a BIG sigh of relief having my annual evaluation over with and getting decent marks despite my initial misgivings. Just makes me all the more jazzed up to have a new start in the coming year.

Song of the Moment

"Dark Waltz"
(Hayley Westenra)

We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together

I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel - let me spin
Let it take me again
Turning me into the light

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[Beautiful song. Poetry as music. Classic.]

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