What a whirlwind of a day. There were meetings lined up back-to-back, and I zipped from one to the next; I don’t think I spent more than 10 minutes a stretch walking. It was all in and out of conference rooms and taxi cabs.

I have been waiting for something to lift me out of the lethargy of the holiday mood which seemed to have been lingering in the air ever since Christmas, and today was it. Things are looking great; I have projects lined up till April. Hopefully things will stay this way for the rest of the year.

So much was said and done in those meetings that everything has become one big blur. I found myelf having to pause before I spoke, just so I was sure I was talking about the right project. Whatever time I could find between meetings was spent corresponding with clients.

Email. Phone call. Go back to email. Another call.

But I love the rush. I revel in the urgency of the momentum that propels you through the day. The challenges when you go for a bid and you make your case to convince people you have never met before to entrust their needs to you. The wheeling and the dealing. The affirmations you get when you win them over. The feeling that you are in control of your own destiny, that you have a purpose. Work be damned; it’s a calling.

I felt alive. And I could not think of a more fitting end to the week.

Rant: 20,000 fucking taxis in Singapore, and not a single one you can hail down on a weekday afternoon without first having to wait for 20 minutes. Nabeh.