If you've been reading this blog ever since, you would be well aware that I never like spending my birthdays with a bang. The end of August has always been a stressful month. In college, it was midterm season combined with intramurals and a never ending list of requirements to be submitted so I usually opt to stay at home and escape from the demands of the world. What I want most on my birthday usually consist of the following ingredients: stress-free, no one looking for me, waking up late, eating home cooked meals and being away from everybody else who wants to drown me in alcohol and partying. Don't get me wrong, I'd like to party, just not during my birthday.
So when my birthday this year fell on a long weekend, hurrah! I went home to my hometown to have some peace and quiet and have a great rest and relaxation with my family. This, I badly needed because for one, my work is not the best environment right now for motivation and happiness and two, my heart needed solace as well.
It was a well spent weekend at home and just in time, there was anticipated mass at our subdivision chapel and there's a pot luck dinner afterwards for the homeowners. I spent some time bonding with my parents and my brother too. I must say, I do enjoy grocery shopping with my Mom and fighting over the remote with my brother and scolding my Dad about his health.
Our subdivision is located on top of a hill overlooking the city and just a few steps on the outskirts of our subdivision walls is the Boulevard. We went for an early morning walk on my last day and had some fresh buko juice by the sea.
The things you realize when you turn 23 are funny. My Mom married my Dad at 22 and my friends are getting engaged and having children. So my parents are starting to mention about having an apo in the near future. (Sorry Mom, not yet. Maybe 7+ years more?) When you're a teen, you think that when you become 20 and step into the world of adulthood, you become so sure of your life. That you have a direction and clear plans for your future, that you have your ducks in line and your shit together. I wondered if my Mom knew with conviction what she was doing when she got married at 22. In my mind, I keep asking how at 22, she was so sure of her decisions. But turning 23 made me realize that when you're a teen or when you turn 20, or even 23, you will not be really sure of what you're doing in life. There's no neon sign telling you that what you're doing at this point in your life is the perfect time.
You see, it doesn't matter if you're 23 or 34 or 56. We won't be really sure about the things we're doing, the decisions we're making and the plans we're having. That's just how life goes. The important thing, I guess, is that we're happy making those decisions and make sure that to never regret no matter how bad it gets. Ever choice could be a lesson, if you look at it that way. I guess that's the lesson I learned when I turned 23 last weekend.
No one's really sure about what we're doing in life. So stop worrying and just be happy. It's not only you who hasn't gotten their shit together yet. At least I'm alive and grateful for another year the Lord has given me to be able to enjoy life and what it has to offer.
Stay fabulous folks!
xx,
M
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