Silver Linings

Believe. Imagination is the eye of the soul.

Believe. Imagination is the eye of the soul. (Photo taken at Papemelroti Sta. Mesa Branch)

It’s been, though bumpy, a good year for learning and maturing and appreciating what I have. I spent the weekend with some of my loved ones and had a movie marathon with my siblings. They are still sleeping in the bedroom next door, as I write this quick note to remind myself. My husband cooked my favorite spaghetti last night and I am up for a treat until the end of the day because my dad is also cooking something downstairs for us kids. After 12 long months of agonizing on getting myself out of the rut of my writing style, I managed to find ways to work around the situation. Everything that I needed was right in front of me and I was just complicating it.

I write about this day because I often write about the bad days and I think I need to begin logging the really good happenings to remind me that life’s a wheel and it always goes up no matter how much it sinks. There were things that this sudden detour and redirection opened up to me in a major way. I was heavily crushed at first but now I am just OVERFLOWING with GRATITUDE.

Some of the things that happened are too personal to write down on a public digital space. Suffice it to say, it was life-changing, positive, and completely affirming. And this year, more than ever, I am quite sure of my footing as a person and I am more daring in taking risks. There is no other age to take those risks than now. Later I’ll be old and grey and unable to fend for my basic necessities. Or I’ll be dead. Either way, I need to really ride the YOLO bandwagon with some calculated sense of risk and responsibility.

I have truly begun to live, this time around. Thank you, Lord. 🙂

 

 

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