I thought I caught a whiff of that
simoy Pasko when I opened the balcony door early this morning. There was that hint of crisp morning air for a few minutes until the building construction across the street (a.k.a. Mordor) came to life again and all I could smell thereafter is dust and cement powder combined. At least, the
simoy Pasko came ahead of it. There's always a degree of consolation in every unpleasant situation. That's what I want to believe. It's better to look for that silver lining than to dwell in my bottomless cup of limiting beliefs. It's a rare treat but it works.
Anyway... Yes, it's September! Which means that I survived the month of August. (Yipee. Yay.) The first two weeks of August found me scrambling here and there. School opened on the same day for both the college freshie and the 10th Grader. Two very different schedules and two different locations. This may not be so much a concern for many parents, but ever the worrywart, I do mind even the littlest things when it comes to my children. So thankful that my girls did their best to show their mettle and independence and to be responsible in their own ways.
Sariling diskarte. I'm proud of my girls. They are trying their best to not inconvenience their klutz of a mom. :o)
The last two weeks of August was the best - Mom in the hospital for a week, and then my brother got admitted a week after because of dengue. I deliberately spared myself from being a hospital companion this time, because I have not recovered from Mama's last two surgeries early this year which practically turned me into a zombie. In some cases, I know I'd better think of self-care before anything else. And I hope that's not to be equated with being selfish. I just need to recalibrate.
Lately I've been trying to fill up those pockets of dull time by going to a coffee shop or hanging out at a supermarket's food court for about an hour or so. I feel less lonely when I'm alone somewhere and surrounded by strangers. (Fellow introverts might understand.) I normally just bring a book to read or a journal to write on when I'm out. Maybe soon I'll take along my paints and sketchbook just to revive an old routine. It's an exciting thought. Let's see how it unfolds. Somehow I should make good use of the remaining days of September, right?
