I guess this is my biggest week for 2014 so far. One large reason was Tuesday and the littler detail was the party on Thursday. It was such a merry Christmas Party that made me flutter like a hummingbird. This is special to me because:
- We were all under-dressed in our department for some sudden play of fate.
- Our first complete Department picture over three Christmas parties.
See photo booth “groupies” here.
I don’t know. I really cannot explain myself right now but this week is the most excited, most nervous I could remember myself feeling again. Sometimes, I wish for a heart that doesn’t hope for things too much. But then this is what makes me relentlessly excited; like I’m run by this self-heating diesel that pumps right on my aortic valve.
For the past days, I see someone else younger when I look at myself in the mirror. I see someone happy, eager, and still un-betrayed – a kid anticipating the start of cartoon shows every 3:00 p.m., wide-eyed. But this too shall pass; like the days when we still believe that throwing coins on certain fountains could make our wishes be heard.
Even so, I think this would be worth remembering like those old dreams we had wished for; the old dreams that made us feel how greatly we needed to soar – our lifeblood.
Dear world, I am not ashamed to say I’m hoping. So come at me and attack me.