I've been reading posts and comments by people on the Internet that January seemed to never end this year. For me, it went by fast! Too fast, tbh. I had loads to do and I was only able to do around half. As a matter of fact, I should be cramming a two scripts right now.
This February, I plan to start something new. An activity a day, just for this month because I don't want to overwhelm myself. Will start tonight, with a 15-minute workout. Tomorrow, I go for an easy run. The next day, I will be running 32 kms at the 7-11 Run in Manila. Goodness, I need to finish that in five hours or less. All I want to do now is hope, not assume, because you know what happens when I presuppose things. :-|
I want to talk about my upcoming marathon, which is in a few weeks, but I don't want to get too excited because I really am getting stressed out with all these IO horror stories I read on the Internet. Maybe some other time. For now, I will do my best to finish this script I'm working on ASAP.
Dear nonexistent reader, love is all around.
...at hindi ako nilalamig.
Currently listening to Lola Amour's "Raining in Manila."
There was a time, long ago, when I stopped listening to any kind of music because every tune reminds me of a boy I used to love (so I thought). I can't believe I let my idea of him take over my life for quite a while. Ugh. Cringe. CRINGE!!!! I sometimes wish I could eternal sunshine that part of my past, but it wouldn't make sense either way.
Okay, back to work now. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
The line etched into a headstone, between
the dates of birth and death
represents each step we take on earth, and
every single breath.
For many, it’s just a hyphen, marking time
between the years,
but in that little dash is a lifetime of
laughter, love and tears.
We each create the legacy our dash will
someday represent,
and decide if the life we’re given is truly
lived…or merely spent.
Some deem themselves successful if they can
spend in large amounts,
but how you spend your only dash is all
that really counts.
Time steals our days and hours before we
recognize the theft
and we live each day not knowing how much
of our dash is left.
Responsibilities of daily life -- the
bills, the job, the cash
affect the way we choose to use this
important little dash.
Memories in the making are happening now,
and happening here.
So take the time to make the time, before
they disappear.
This is it. This is the show, with no time
to rehearse.
Minutes move only forward -- never, ever in
reverse.
So, don’t spend this time in sorrow, or
with bitterness and fear.
The future may be uncertain,
but right now, your dash is here.
"The Dash" by Linda Ellis
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Happy 2024, nonexistent reader. The dash is the love you give and receive.
off my chest.
I'm one of the most inconsistent, unstable, unreliable persons one could ever meet. In all aspects of my life, that is true. I function in streaks, and I wish it weren't that way. Everyday I wake up overwhelmed. Most hours of the day my brain is tired from worrying, overthinking. I'm surprised I've managed to keep my job this long. Thank goodness for people who pity me, who have no better choice than to hire me, who (maybe) still believe in me. I pity my family/friends, though. I bet they wish they had someone else, someone better, for a daughter/sister/friend.
Gahd, professional help sure sounds heavenly right now. Heaven I can't afford. Very expensive. I wish I still smoked because a stick of menthol sounds lovely right now. But I don't smoke anymore. Also, it's expensive.
Dear nonexistent reader, I hope we feel better soon.
Can't believe it's almost been a year since I last wrote. Every day I plan on writing something here, but I let myself get sidetracked by matters that probably won't matter in five years. Anyway, I'm writing because of a most happy news: I won the lottery for Osaka Marathon 2024!
