Don’t ever think it’s wrong to choose to find yourself. At some point, you just have to love yourself just a little bit more.
The year end is always a quiet time of reflection, for me at least. Between the people I met and the deep talks, to the places we’ve been to, I am so grateful for the year that was. Of love and laughter, of stories behind each photo, of getting lost and finding beauty in places you least expect, of opportunities that let you grow, of wasted time and acceptance, of mistakes (just like there should be) and forgiving, of things you don’t understand, and the in-betweens. To failing and trying and believing in yourself. That, and more pizza. So slow down. Take chances. Embrace the struggle. Explore beyond the horizons. Buy the shoes. Drink the wine. Order the dessert. A toast to hope (small human hope) and happiness. To faith and new adventures, and all its tinges. And to fresh starts! 🍸 Happy New Year everyone!
October 20, 2015
Quiet nights at home that make you realize how so much has happened this year. Fighting a family struggle. Getting over a great love. Meeting genuine people. Overwhelming work deadlines. Being inspired by mentors. Proving to self that I can get the work done. Reconnect old friendships. Loose some. Getting excited for the future. Planning out trips. Cry my heart out. Sharing my passion (my work). Realizing how proud I am of what I do. Being able to appreciate quiet days and early mornings; having good meals and good coffee. Getting kilig over men in suits. Attend weddings. Witness kids grow. Capture raw and honest intimate random moments. And being able to do this. Lord, I am overwhelmed with Your blessings.
Rush-breakfasts-overindulging-caffeine. Glued-to-screen-nights. Manic weekdays and quick weekends. In between Mondays and work life almost always in transit, having a six-hour sleep is a total bliss! I could probably count a hundred energy-draining-time-consuming demands this job involves, but when you love what you are doing, you find myself absorbed and lost in a world you call home, not work. Public Health Service isn’t something I dreamed of when I was a kid; I wanted to be an Engineer or a Private Doctor; but somehow, life managed to bring me here, somewhere fulfilling and (more than that) magical
I’ve been meaning to write lately, but every time I find myself sitting in front of my laptop, I almost come up blank, the inspiration/motivation comes up a little harder to brew that I seem to have hit that wall once again wherein I feel just out of my element. I used to be good at this, or at least know how it works. But for the longest time it felt as though I’m swirling aimlessly in circles, unsure of where to go, what to expect and when to stop.
In one of my late nights with Kinfolk, I found this: “In a world where everything happens way too fast, slow down, breathe, and pour yourself a scotch.” So here’s me, slowing down, taking a breath and sipping a good mojito! Just for a week though.
Been a while, eh? Yeah, I missed this.