The Days Are Long

And the years, as they say, are short. It sure does feel that way, especially now that it's 2017 and we're already more than halfway into January. Before we know it, a year has passed and we're all left wondering: Oh man, where did the time go?

I'm writing this letter now from my dining table. It's a Sunday afternoon and there are—I kid you not—birds chirping outside my window. I also hear the bumbling of cars, a plane passing overhead, and a few children kicking a ball. Sometimes it takes me awhile to remember and for the reality to sink in, that I'm in a completely different house, in a completely different area.

Just four months ago, I was living in a room with all my things crammed inside. My books, my skateboards, along with all of the worldly things I've accumulated since I moved to Singapore. While I brought most of the essentials with me and even though the new house is bigger, I don't feel like I need to fill-in the space. For once, I've got enough room to breathe and finally, I have a house that feels like a home.

Just eight months ago, I was working for a different company and working relatively sane hours. I had enough brain space to do other things and start side projects; like this one. Now I'm lucky if I could leave the office with the sun still out. I'm lucky if I could spend a weekend without breaking into a cold sweat worrying about timelines and projects and campaigns. Sometimes I wonder if I would trade in a normal work-life for the one I'm currently living. Some days I do, but most days, I'm pretty proud and fulfilled by the work I do.

Twelve months ago, I spent Christmas and New Year on an island off the north of Kuantan, Malaysia in a little town in Pahang, called Cherating. It was the time I told myself that 2016 would be defined by the word STOKE, so I packed my bags and spent nine days getting my surf on. While I used the better half of the year chasing after the stoked feeling and taking two more surf trips thereafter, I knew it wasn't sustainable. So like a druggie crashing after a high, I felt the year wasn't going to offer me anything anymore. Or that I needed to find a way to redefine what stoke meant for me, for the rest of the year.

To be honest, 2016 felt a bit of a cop out. It felt unstable and unreal at times. A lot of things changed. A lot of things ended. A lot of things almost broke me. And I sure as hell didn't feel like I was adulting to the best of my capabilities.

Still, as I type this on my dining table and recollect the day that's just about to pass, the year hasn't been all that bad. I've met people along the way that made the days count. And others, who make me feel like I don't want the days with them to ever end.

With love,


P.S. For four years now, I've been doing Susannah Conway's Unravel Your Year workbook. It's been a lifesaver. If you haven't done it and would like to start, it's not too late. The lunar new year's this coming 28-29 of January, also a new moon, so it's a perfect time to start. Learn more and get your workbook here.

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