Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I question.. why put me here? Why in this particular place, in this particular hall, in this particular group or in this particular situation?

It makes me uncomfortable, uncertain and unsure. But it is learning to get out of my comfort zone. I still question, no doubt I do, but I am learning to crawl out from the shy coconut and comfort (oh, so comfy!) zone. My language is deteriorating.. I cannot figure out what is my first language.. yet I must still continue to strive.

No giving up..

Why am I giving myself a prep talk now at a near-midnight London time?

Good night!

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