Saying Grace

I have just uploaded my posts on each day of the holy week for this year. More than wanting to share to you the days while I was away, I take pleasure in reviving in my mind everything I did during that week, as if compressing months in 7 days. For someone who goes home (to my province) barely once a month, that I got to spend 9 days straight with my family, especially the kids, is something to be grateful for. Time really flies, especially when you’re away, when you don’t watch kids grow in front of your eyes, when you don’t see changes occur over time. I live here now, but I live for every moment with them. I am grateful for my family who doesn’t drift away from me though I am miles apart. I am grateful for our healthy and for the improving health of our sickly.

I am grateful that I have work, though not the one I want to have. In times of crisis, one should find comfort just in having work. And though it is hard to make accounts balance, with a little (read: huge) stretch, I still make it to the next payday. While this has become a cycle, I am grateful that I haven’t completely succumbed to cynicism and that I still have my vision.

I am grateful that I am that girl from UP. After a plummeting self-esteem, I made it back. Kettlebells are for strength. Exercises are for endurance. What are for the brain? Six years after college, I am grateful He gave me a second chance to seek my dreams.

The Treasure Room

Every one of us is losing something precious to us…Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again.. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads…there’s a room where we store those memories.

—Kafka Tamura from Kafka on the Shore