Reminder to Self

Some days I just feel like there’s never enough time for everything, and that life is tiring. Correction, “adutling” is tiring. Busy days just eat me up alive. Work. Chores. Sleep. Repeat. By the time I get into bed, I feel like the day was a blur.

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I was at that point again a couple of days ago. I had slipped into the sheets, fresh form the shower, and I took my book. I was about to flip through the pages to carry on where I had left off when I heard a faint sound. My husband was fast asleep.¬† I could hear him breathe faintly despite the sound of the air conditioner, and he murmured a few inaudible words. Probably dreaming of work–haha, yes he does a lot! It was then that I realized something I had failed to give importance to while trying to make it through each busy day.

Life is too short. To be truly present in every moment is something I should always strive for. We had just experienced a scary incident last month. If things did not turn out as they did, I wouldn’t know if we’d be here. How could I have forgotten so fast. It may be tiring, it may feel like such a routine, but I can’t let myself forget that it’s precious. All of it.

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7 Things I’ve Learned after 7 Months of Marriage

This post comes a bit late. I had originally planned to release this on our 6th month mark, but well, we’ve been busy. Hence, the slight delay. Anyway, here goes.

They say the first few months of marriage is a new phase of getting to know your partner all over again. Small things you’ve never noticed before and behaviors you’ve never encountered in the past surface. And based on banter of elder folk who have long passed this stage, it’s a time for rediscovery, little quarrels here and there, and learning to do some old things in new ways.

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Coffee Conversations

My love for coffee began in college. It kept me sane and alert especially on days wherein I hardly slept the night before. I’d look forward to that jolt after my morning’s first sip. It makes facing the daily grind a little more tolerable and it turns the dazed beginning of a new day into a pleasant unraveling of possibilities.

My fiancé introduced me to coffee alongside dessert. Instead of being a daily catalyst, this experience transformed coffee into a concluding rite to every meal. I learned to love the battling duet of sweet indulgence and bitter satisfaction.

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