#gitameinaamelia

Dear, Gita Meina Amalia..

There’s a moment in life where you in a pause.  Stop doing anything and bring question to yourself, “Ok. Now, what’s next?” Sometimes, it goes after you accomplish, or even skip something you think you can over it in another 5 minutes (which you now it won’t take as quick as 5 minutes).

Answering ‘What’s next?’ sometimes bring us to the another question ‘Can I finish it?’ Oh, Yes. But ‘Where’s the finish line, anyway?’

We’re women with stiff-necked head. You lived at somewhere island named Saumlaki with all those sales numbers.  I’m here, blend with city’ smog, work day to night with all shitty strategic evaluation. Thank God. We both survive. It may because our brilliant brain, or wonderful experiences from captious supervisor. But we know, “if you can fake that, you’ve got it made!”

Now, it’s 24 for you. And I’m getting there also. But, is it appropriate to us to questioning the finish line. We’re just crawled ten centimeters from the start line. And yes, sometimes we’re drained.  But, hey you know why we lead our self into this journey, right?

Sooner or later, uncertainty and anxiety is coming closer to us. People will be questioning our decisions. Even person who helps you to build the word ‘strongest’ on “even the strongest shouldn’t be alone” will. You’ll build your own self-judicial, and the options are only ‘to tell’ or ‘not to tell’. Or, you can just say.. “Ok. Now, what’s next?”.

And if you realized, this writing is a loopy-mumbling. Yes, as loopy as how our decisions spin our life. Can we handle that?

 Happy (belated) Birthday, Bitch! *