i'm keeping this short and bittersweet.
five years, and yet i am not completely happy about celebrating it. a part of me wants to be, with all the things i've learned, and all the people i've met. but the more i stay, the more i become redundant. redundant and stuck in the same rut i've been in.
true, i don't mind getting things done. at the end of the day, it's not getting credit, it's about getting the work done. to be honest, i don't like counting.
i love being depended upon, but not for all time. we all take baby steps but at some point, we must start running.
everyone gets tired.
and i'm just like everyone, five years after.
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