Work and Sunday nights...and Settling.

So it's a public holiday here and on a quiet Sunday night which ought to be reserved for catching up on Gossip Girl (don't even ask me why I watch this; embarrassingly, I enjoy it), I am seated on my now half torn leather chair - working.

Reading up before my conference call tomorrow morning with a dear client who took a year - 1 year and 7 months, to be exact - to revert on an advice. Now, I appreciate that the advice was 15 pages long (quite reasonable since the questions were two pages long), but whoever takes a year to come up with questions? Expectedly, I would think said client does not wish to pay for the follow up queries, and even more expectedly, said client would want an update on the changes in the laws and regulations which occurred to date. If I have a single gripe, it's that the regulatory authorities here work waayy too hard. They change the laws every other day! Taking a step back, it is all very impressive if you ask me. But pity us, won't you... each time, just as I am decidedly very pleased that I am finally familiar with the law, you just have to change it.

B*tchfest is over. I promise it is the late night and the looming Monday blues speaking.

In other news, without divulging too much for obvious reasons, I'm afraid I'm not quite as out of it as I would like. Sometimes this seems like a giant joke. Or a dream (not quite a nightmare). Some days when my eyes open and stare at that familiar bedroom ceiling, I wish someone would tell me, hey dream's over, he ever existed, figment of your imagination. On many other days, when the smses appear on my phone, I know I'm not dreaming. I could choose to stop this if I want to. But I don't know if I want to. This is all too complicated for me. Why could not life be that much simpler? Yet I believe this is because God knows that He has not built me that way, that if I were to live the typical life that too many do here - go to Uni, grow up (or believe you have), find someone you could marry (not too appalling, someone you don't mind but perhaps could never really love in the way God meant love to be - see Song of Songs), move in, give birth, and live with three fat babies crying, waking up at odd hours of the morning, live the days, count the hours, go to work, darn - I could not. That is a prison I could not imagine, and one I see too many settle for. I don't believe I am better than them or vice versa. To each his own, I always believed. I just hope I have that integrity and simple faith to stick it through, to hold out for what He had always intended for me.

xx
claire.