I’ve been feeling down and demoralised of late, feelings primarily brought on by stuff that’s been going on at work. When you suddenly suck at something you thought you were pretty good at, your confidence sinks to a new low; you’re consumed with self-doubt and you can’t seem to think properly anymore.
It was with these feelings that I wrote to a few close friends to pour my feelings out about how I felt about my life and where it’s going, or rather not going. A telephone call with monoceros ended up in a teary conversation after releasing the floodgates that have been building up over quite some time.
Another dear friend, A, wrote back with consoling words and part of the lyrics of a song called Move On by Stephen Sondheim, apt for anyone feeling in a rut or is lost. I have no idea what the song sounds like, but its lyrics dance beautifully in my head with its words of encouragement.

Stop worrying where you’re going,
Move on.
If you can know where you’re going,
You’ve probably gone.
Just keep moving on.
I chose, and my world was shaken.
So what?
My choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not.
You have to move on…