Something perked me up just, and I instinctively flew to this same blank text box, as I do when I have no one to cry to; when no one hears my resounding praise; when no one wants to hear me. But today, fate has decided it be just words of elation and happiness, because the seventh heaven and cloud nine are way below where I'm elevated now. It feels so good to know I'm halfway there with what I aspired to accomplish 1 to 2 weeks back. It's great to be re-inducted into the CEC and be promoted (in some ways) and glad to know that there are people closely supporting me. It's an excellent feeling and yet overwhelming impatience and anxiety fluctuates while I anticipate tomorrow's debut of my guitar lessons. It's pleasing to note that maybe when life gives you dead roses, they just gave the wrong package and some day, the right one will find its way home. Maybe it's because I've denied myself those roses for too long a time and when I needed them most, they were rotten. These opportunities come and go, but you lasso on tight and nothing goes wrong.