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Ennui

I'm having a training of teaching the preschoolers for several weeks today. The class was started at 9 am to 4 pm. Within 7 hours of training, I could enjoy snack time for three times each day. The first and the third snack time took 15 minutes only and the second one took an hour long.

During snack time, I usually munched biscuits and fries, sipped a cup of tea, while continuing to discuss the prior subjects. Whenever I encountered nothing to do, then I would marinate myself into a certain book that I brought from home, as simple as ABC.

It wasn't that hard digesting all the materials given by the trainers. What I noticed from the whole activities was that I positively got bored very often. I know it absolutely is OK to feel this way. Somehow, the mundane thingy and I didn't get along. We couldn't proceed as good friends.

Acknowledging the lack of enthusiasm might seem troublesome and it's a yes from me. I remained figuring out the best way to have it warded off. I thought it was manageable at first but I was totally wrong. The harder I attempted to huff and puff the feeling, the harder I crashed to the ground in agony.

What I want to tell is, I'm on a roller coaster and about to reach the highest point. I have no idea when will it cease to shadow me. At least by having a solid 8 hours of sleeping, drinking water as much as my body wants, eating good food, and stay productive in reading and writing, will help me to replenish the energy. If one day it doesn't work, I guess it will be OK to just let it be. If ever i ignore the value for what's going on, let's dog-earing the page of 'setting the goal and never look back.'

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