Anti-climax

And so today came. What a difference 24 hours can make. Snippets flow to the surface, I find a different face without realising it. One calls me an angel, the other compares me to men at, ironically, my most vulnerable point, and all of a sudden, not one, but several people are suddenly calling me by the name only my family uses for me. She calls me baby, he calls me loca. Who's right?

I woke up to find the moon bright and high - what a gut-wrenching experience after 4 weeks of holiday tempo. The boss called me into the office for a chat, the second chat of this type in the last few weeks. I guess I'm playing the game I despise so much better than I thought, he even mentioned 'face' in the oddest context. Signs are everywhere and the conversations I have with myself these days are shocking. I always have premonitions about the year to come...and I'm usually right. Despite the pleasure that the new year brought, I knew it already; this one is going to be difficult.

Not bad, just difficult. Growing pains.