Been a pretty rough ride lately, with so many things going on in so many different direections.
Last week I missed my 2.7km run mark on the treadmill in my target time (I hit 2.69 instead). I remember telling myself not to be a 2.69 again - that millisecond, millimeter made hell of a difference.
Today I sat for 1A exams (I knew I was wayy behind in revising. Last minute again.)
After the 2hr exam, I knew it was a 50-50 chance of passing. Alas, it had to be a margin fail (scoreband of 70-74, when pass mark was 75). Geez.
I think at the end of the day it boils down to how much you want it, and how hard you are willing to work and go all the way for it. And somehow I always figured that I wasn't the 'all the way' kind. I was comfy being the B-grader.
But not anymore. If you really want it, you gotta go for it. Like you'll never live tomorrow. At least you know that when things don't work out, you gave it your all.
Easier said than done, I guess. But its worth a thought.
p.s. in case this entry sounds depressing, don't be fooled. I actually felt kinda relieved, cos in a way the series of events made me reflect on what I really want, and make me dig deeper into the realms of..me.
No one said soul-searching was an easy task. But I'm blessed anyway.
Cheers ya'll. :)