I am writing this while waiting for my red velvet cupcakes to finish baking in the oven. And much like now, 2015 was a year of waiting, I realized. It was a year of waiting and reaping: pushing, praying and waiting till the right door opens. It was a year of trial and error, of doing things for the first time in a long time. 2015 was a year full of tests. Test of strength, perseverance, and determination. But more than anything, a test of patience.
2015 was also a year of blessings. I have been immensely blessed more than I can count. Countless opportunities, people and resources have brought me to where I am today.
A year ago, I only had one vision for 2015: to rebuild. And rebuild, I did. So before this year ends, I cannot just let it pass without making sure that I did everything my heart wanted to do.
What is the #30bravedays project?
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If you’re following me on Instagram (if not, then you’re missing out! LOL), you’ve probably noticed the hashtag #30bravedays often on my posts. You might have noticed that I’ve also been posting at least once on a regular basis. That’s because I joined the other 30++ girls who pledged to make bravery a habit and to do something new and brave at least once everyday for 30 days, a project initiated by wanderrgirl Arriane Serafico (she’s awesome! Know more about her and her revolution here). Whew. It’s quite a lot to take in, right?
Surprisingly, no. If you want to know more about this project, you can read other stories of bravery, big and small, here.
But right now, this is mine.
Back when I was younger, a month or so before my birthday, I would always come up with a wishlist of sorts with all the presents I wish to receive on that special day. I stopped doing this a few years back when I realized that the ONLY things I need are not really things, but people. Things that make me happy always come in simple forms: a hug, someone special holding my hand, a pat in the back for a job well done, home-cooked meals after a long day, laughter of the people I love, and the warmth of a home I’ve longed for in years.
I have been greatly blessed in the past twenty (two) years of my life. And as each year goes by, I have more and more blessings to be thankful for. Though I’m posting this a bit late, I would still like to take the opportunity to appreciate the past year that has gone.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” “Anu gusto mo maging paglaki mo?”
Apparently, I am too old to be asked what I want to be when I grow up, because physically I’m grown up enough (forever young at heart and mind though!). But I guess, the more appropriate question, “What is your dream job?”, will always be a question for all of us, no matter how old we are.
I’ve spent the past weekend pondering over the question, with KPOP music playing in the background and a comforting cup of hot purple potato latte. And right smack in the middle of that crowded cafe, I was finally able to figure out what I really wanted to do. Or rather, I was finally able to be honest and claim it for myself.
When things get too much, I usually find comfort in music. The past few months have left me confused and scared and a whole lot of feelings I still can’t explain (which explains why I’ve been inactive). And during those days (and nights) when words from others can’t do anything but merely pass through my ear, music finds its way to me. And in this case, it’s Jason Mraz (and James Morrison) breaking my walls.