Too much of something is really addicting.
These past few months, I quitted my stressful job to find the job I love too much to quit.
Also, to regain my motivation, to find inner peace, and hopefully to get pregnant (I’m married).
I think I want a child of my own but I’m scared (I’m not really ready yet).
I had too much sleep but too little reason to eat more.
I had too much time to watch Asian dramas but too little time to clean the house.
I read too much novels, articles and books but too little anxiety.
I poured too much sweetness and cheesyness to my husband but too little time to meet others.
Ah, too much of something.
Too much Asian dramas, I am addicted to learn Chinese Mandarin, Korean, Japanese, and Thai language.
Too much books, I am addicted to the idea of becoming a writer (I started to conceptualize my plot).
I had too many plans, yet too little confidence to execute them.
I have sit and lazed too much, too little energy to shape, get fit, and sexy.
I hope I can be too much in exercising my body…to be addicted in health and fitness.
That would be great, isn’t it?
Good thing is I have been reflecting too much about my life.
Having this period of my life is a too much luxurious blessing from God, and from my husband:)
I like it, i hope you like it too:)