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It’s harder to write lately. It’s not that I don’t have the time or energy but unwilling. I think it’s about motivation, I don’t have it. Not that I think I am healthy that I don’t need to write or make a journal. I feel little bit comfortable at where I am. So I am writing now because there’s something disturb that comfort zone. I will have a new position.

I need to re-arrange my priorities. I mean previously everything is priority because I thought my position is not that clear. It is clear that I am supporting many people and positions but I am kind of wonder about my main role. Everything went smooth. But it’s kind of calm before the storm. Well, I hope there’s no storm, maybe raining little bit.

My mood is good. It’s positive. I feel more confidence about my skin, my body, my exercise, my food. Everything seems settled. I still have difficulty to sleep. I wonder how my mother can sleep easily. I need to learn from her. She looks peaceful when sleeping. I want to meet my parents again before Eid Mubarak.

My heart was breaking when I heard that my uncle died few weeks ago. My father felt lost. I haven’t call him again. I don’t know. He’s been quiet too. He’s not texting me. I have to call him tomorrow. He’s such a talker that often difficult to cut him. He doesn’t care if people around him don’t want to hear or bored with his stories. He want to be heard.