going old and slow ...

It's been almost two months ... probably, because I'm getting old and slow ... or maybe, I've lost with time. Life is busy, boring, routine, occasionally interesting, sad, less colorful... bla, bla, bla.. I don't know... I do miss old times when life was easier and freer.

The kids are growing as they should. It's nice seeing them getting bigger and smarter in front of my eyes. It's the result of our hardwork, sleepless nights, empty accounts, bla bla bla. Yes, of course, I should be proud of what we've achieved.

Hubby is getting quieter for reasons unknown. But I rather leave him be as he needs his own space too. And I'm probably getting noisier and becoming a pain in the arse to him. Why am I saying this? Nope, not what you think ... we're happy as always, or at least that's what I think. We hardly have fights, you see...

Work is boring as usual. But I'm sure it's not the workplace or the office mates or the work itself that make it boring. Then what is it? I feel I'm losing half of my will to leave to the fullest. When I look at myself in the mirror, I notice that I've changed a lot. The way I stare and look, the reflection in my eyes, my physic of course and my gestures among others . I can feel myself not liking this changes. I don't approve them, no wonder I'm losing my interest in many things.

I think, I need time to reflect and bring back the zest to my life ...