Today is the day 


Two months ago I wrote about a strange peace that came over me when I felt like I was at one of the lowest points in a season of life. I didn’t know how to process it. I didn’t know where to go from there. Even though I understood that the seasons of reasons are temporary, all I knew and felt was loss, but this peace never left my trembling heart. 

This peace doesn’t feel foreign anymore. It doesn’t confused me. It doesn’t leave me wondering where it came from, why, and when will it leave me again. I always thought about everything I should have done and everything I have yet to do, which basically describes the two days that aren’t worth stressing too much about – yesterday and tomorrow. I no longer let my worries control my thoughts, emotions, and actions. To say I’m at peace is an understatement. I know what that peace is and how much it fuels my being. I learned how to enjoy the journey even though there were every reason telling me not to. 

As you find your peace practice kind love along the way. Being kind to yourself and others. Being grateful for even the littlest victories. Sharing a warmhearted spirit to this spinning world. Practice kind love. So be kind, love. 

Today is the day 

So Long Sweet Summer

So long sweet summer. I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber. I fell into you now you’re gracefully falling away. Hey thanks. Thanks for that summer.

– Dashboard Confessional

Tomorrow will be the start of a new journey to add to my never ending story. I’m feel excited, anxious, eager, nervous, and, most importantly, blessed. This summer and everyone in it helped me more than they could possibly imagine. My faith is rejuvenated through words, reflection, and learning who I am and where I want to go when all is stripped away. I always felt taken care of even when the facts at hand didn’t make sense and told me otherwise. Though the uncertainty weighed heavier on most days, I knew that my best interest was in the works. I encourage you to hold onto your faith whatever that may be for you. Let it surprise you by surpassing your expectations. Sit back and watch the pieces faithfully fall into place. 

So Long Sweet Summer

Clink


There’s no candle in the world that can replicate the scents of a family barbecue dinner. Steaks and sweet corn on the grill. Fried chicken on the stove. Balsamic vinaigrette dressing for the salad. Red wine being poured in time for the toast. Okay, maybe all those scents combined in a candle might smell like a hot mess, but it fills a home with good times, mighty appetites, and food coma. Kids are running in and out of the house, there are numerous chefs in the kitchen, and I’m on the stairs drinking my hard cider while eating strawberries with Aly. Some people might look at our dinner spread and think, “that’s a lot of food,” but to us it’s just another Filipino dinner. It’s not a holiday weekend, but we found reasons to celebrate an ordinary Saturday night. That’s how we should live life anyway right? Not waiting for a specific date or holiday to get people around the table to share meals, stories, and laughs. Life can get busy at times, but don’t let it get too busy to where you can’t enjoy what you worked so hard for. 
Cheers. Clink. Celebrate. 

Clink

School Girl Daze 


Every time I got asked about how I was in high school I would start off with, “Yea… We never would’ve met in high school.” Then I continued to share how I was never really a part of a group of friends, instead I was involved in student government all four years, the chairperson for senior prom, was in love with my Spanish teacher, a member of the color guard team, a wannabe emo kid who shopped at Hot Topic but never experienced a mosh pit, a member of the medical club even though I had no interest in the medical field, and how I couldn’t wait to get the funk out of there. 

High school wasn’t the greatest but I don’t feel hurt talking about it anymore. I’m grateful for my dance ohana being my true friends during those years, especially when I was trying to figure out who I wanted to be. I am thankful for those years because if they never happened I probably wouldn’t have pursued my college degrees and career here in California. I wouldn’t have the village I love today. High school wasn’t the greatest but I have no doubt that it contributed to the person I am today. 

See your experiences from a different point of few. It might bring you some validation, peace, or maybe you’ll end up with the same bitter taste in your mouth just thinking back on it. Regardless, remind yourself that everything happens for a reason and that there’s truth behind your experiences. Never forget where you came from and never let it hold you back from where you’re headed. 

School Girl Daze 

Bedtime Routine

Cousin Love

Patience – the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. A test we fail and succeed, but a test we can take over and over again if we choose to do so. Take bedtime routine with kids for example. Bath time. Pajamas. Brush teeth. Bedtime stories. Prayers. Lights out. If only it were that simple. 

It’s more like getting the kids into the tub, the water’s too cold, now the water’s too hot, more bubbles, where’s the other bath toy, rinse and dry, putting their pajamas on, still putting their pajamas on, too much toothpaste, don’t forget to brush your tongue, okay now gargle, rinse your toothbrush, put back your step stool, why is there water all over the counter, convincing them to use the toilet just in case even when they don’t want to, picking a bedtime story, negotiating on how many bedtime stories we can read, alternating pages on who reads what, trying to balance the book so that everyone can see the pictures, turning the page without the hardcover swinging into your face because of the angle you’re in, finally finishing the stories, tucking them into bed, taking turns praying for the family, which then leads to praying for everyone and everything including imaginary friends and stuffed animals, then good night kisses, turning on the night light and closing the door, but not all the way, just halfway because the kids still need to know you’re there, and then closing it when they’re finally knocked out and snoring. Bedtime routine. A test of patience. 

One time I did a victory lap around the kitchen table when I finished the bedtime routine in half an hour. Half an hour! I should put that on my resume. For those who experienced this specific test of patience before or those who experience it on the daily, I raise my glass of chocolate milk and salute you. Even though it may be a rough journey at times you know that all those kisses, hugs, stick figure drawings, and I wuv you’s make up for every moment you felt like throwing your patience out the window. Regardless on how your day went remind yourself that you are doing your best and that your best is more than enough. 

Bedtime Routine