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Getting back on track

Week one back to work was extremely hectic. There's so much to get back onto, though it has been fairly good distractions. The week has been shuttling between work and home to care for my mum. Family is settling in I think.. which is good. Still missing my Dad a lot, but the occasional sadness that swamps over is getting less frequent I suppose. I'm not sure how long time will take to heal. Not sure if this is a healable wound, or if it will be like my Dad's disease, leaving a crippling and indelible scar behind. But life will go on.

I still value being able to help others live their life healthily, even more so after Daddy's passing. So in a way, I'm glad for my line of work. It's been a great part that keeps me going. At least I can still honour his memory daily. But this is making me rethink my new appointment. I don't think I wanna lose touch with patient care. Whatever it is, perhaps a redecision can come after whc opens in 2021.

Today is my first time back at ballet since my dad passed. Ballet represents my way of living a life answerable to myself- I'm trying to get back to that.

Trudging on.

Sk

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