Taking advantage of the weekend before my coming week goes really crazy. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job, but I bet you guys would agree with me that when you are passionate about what you do, it makes you forget about your phone, and that means no Social Media except when you need to pick it up for corporate reasons, which by the way is – so me at work.
I welcomed the first day of the year with a very bad cold, the next day, was swiftly knocked down. My head split in two, I think, “That’s what you get for letting your guard down”. It was raining badly during the fireworks display and I was among the very few crazy people left welcoming 2017, dancing under the rain. I thought at the time, it was an awesome experience, I mean, dancing under the rain with a beautiful fireworks display gleaming in midnight sky, I said, “Why not?” It was fun. I don’t regret it. The idea was inspired by Christopher Poindexter’s poem, “She Was the Rain”, and I was thinking of it the whole time. It’s beautiful though this cold gives me a lot of mood swings. Brrr…
Now here I am officially sick for almost a week now, enjoying a fresh cup of honey lemon tea by Steuarts seasoned with fresh honey. Yes, I made the bees all the way from San Pablo City a little busy. Makes me miss home. Hmmm…
Oh, by the way, don’t be fooled by the book. The prep isn’t Martha’s, it’s from my dear friend Kapil.
One suggestion though, for those aspiring entrepreneurs out there, this book is perfect. Maratha Inc. by Christopher Byron, you should check it. You should also try Steuart’s Tea, it’s affordable, and it’s lovely!
Happy Sunday everyone.
2016 went down as my tumultuous, bipolar year of some sorts: with the highest of highs and lowest of lows. It was probably the kind of year Charles Dickens’ was thinking of when he wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” because yes, it sure was.
Physical wellness took a nose dive the very first quarter of the year. An omen perhaps of the things to come. That spec of dust, which changed me forever.
Then there was an emotional rollercoaster I jumped on in March.
Friendship is one of the best gifts ever. I could not elaborate more, but slowing down a little in May spent with an angel…”my angel” I should say, was beautiful enough to restore a weary soul. My family, my work, and my Sunrise as usual were my source of pride and joy. My Sunrise, always shining in many, many wonderful ways than one, always leaving me wondering the next things that this life would bring in every moment. They are always the testament of God’s love – a covenant through a rainbow. (Oh yes! I saw one during the last afternoon of 2016 and early morning of 2017! 💙)
So cheers to 2016! The year I probably cried more than any other in my life. Tears of pain, tears of joy (a crazy amount of) tears of pride…you name it! It was the year of hurting and learning. It was my year of transformation and self awareness. I met the new version of myself. And if a beautiful sunrise is a good sign, well 2017, you’ve got me!
Can you spot the blank space in this photo? I wish we all knew how okay it is that part of each of us, is a blank space. That the world is filled with questions. That there is a force out there greater than us. That we don’t know everything. That we never will, and it’s okay.
Listen to Just a Feeling by Maroon 5 on @AppleMusic.
Slow Saturdays like this makes me feel a little giddy.
You’ve hit your low
You’ve lost control and you want me back
You may not believe me but I gave you all I had
Undress confess that you’re still mine
Roll around in a bed full of tears
I’m still lying in the dark no sunshine
It’s just a feeling
Just a feeling
Just a feeling that I have
I’m not a Queen Bee. I’m a Busy Bee.😂👑🐝
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
5:45AM ; Manila
I woke up unusually early today. Taking the chance of the serenity of our neighborhood, while almost everyone are still tucked in bed, I decided to take a good walk. I love walking – a lot. Walking stimulates my spirit. Sharing serenity from where I am to yours. Here in the pulse of this new day, you may have the grace to look up and out and into your sister’s eyes. into you brother’s face. your country and say simply – very simply, good morning.
How did I live without this place?
And how many places await me still?
Giddy pondering on a Sunday rainy afternoon.
Broken slippers. New slippers. Nothing but black.
An ending paves a way for a new chapter to begin.
And yes, I have an ugly feet.
Peacock as per my good friend whom I call, Sunrise. 😛