For the last 4 months since I quit my day job, I have been enjoying my life at home. I have established a routine, something my body has been craving for. Mondays to Wednesdays are spent writing on this blog and editing. I try to schedule ahead for the week, even for the week after if my brain cells allow it. Thursdays are spent with housework and errands. For such a tiny, cozy home for 2 people, I don’t know why it can accumulate so much mess. On Fridays, I try to go out of the house much to my husband’s insistence. He told me I needed the “fresh air”.
Since I was young, I have been a homebody. Yes, I do enjoy travelling, but when I’m back in Manila, I prefer to stay at home most of the time — away from the traffic and away from the crowds. I have spent the last three years on an “almost” office setting — corporate is a stretch if you see how people dress up at TF HQ — and I miss just staying at home. When we decided to set out priorities straight this year, Jr and I made the decision for me to stay at home and get settled in to a more homey life.
I thought I was getting the hang of it. I’m getting consistent with my youtube upload, to my network’s approval. This blog, my baby, is updated and has been keeping me busy. Only boring people get bored, and I can always find something to entertain myself. November was my birthday month, and December was crazy busy. But laid back January and February came and knowing me who’ll find something more interesting things to do, the housewife life will get old real fast.
And then yesterday, I was back to work. So I present to you the first and last housewife vlog:
I reek of optimism as soon as I wake up. I love the smell of possibilities coming off the coffee beans I grind every morning. If there is anything I am proud of among my many qualities, I am a move forward kind of girl. We can’t do anything about yesterday but today is another chance to go at it. Good thing, I’m mostly alone most days when I wake up because it, admittedly, can get annoying. This optimism — and annoyance — kicks up a couple of notches after Christmas. My favorite holiday is coming up.
Two days before the new year, I had my spreads ready. My calendar was prepped for the new year. I kept a habit tracker for the last three months. For those three months, there’s a gaping hole on all boxes which should be marked – either because I didn’t do them or I didn’t mark it when I actually did them and forgot about it. All of them are incomplete, only proving I have bad habits and is bad at keeping track of my bad habits. But we move forward, so a new habit tracker for January was all squared and lined up. My creative content schedule had all the dates mapped out – ready to be filled in. I was ready to ring in the new year.
I was so ready for 2017.
I watched the fireworks from our balcony as the clock striked midnight. Three years ago, my money-burning neighbors would start lighting up big flashy fireworks starting 9 pm, and I had the best seat in the house. For the next succeeding years, the fireworks in my neighborhood started to become more modest. This year’s light show wasn’t as impressive as years past, but somehow my asthmatic self was thankful for it. Maybe people realized that abundance is better served in the media noche table or maybe, change did indeed come. It was drizzling too, at the turn of the new year. I closed the door when another neighbor unleashed his final hurrah — a terrorist-cell level judas belt that turned into a black mushroom cloud probably seven or eight houses down my street. I prayed for a heavier rain. Wash it all away — the smoke, the fireworks, the ashes, the political turmoil, the heartaches.
Wash 2016 away. I think as the clock struck 12, the entire world collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
I was supposed to write a fresh new blogpost on the first of the year, as soon as I wake up, and one consistently for the following days for the rest of my days. I was also supposed to edit a video that will be scheduled for Tuesday; There will be a youtube video Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. A new year, A new start. I live for this moment.
THEN, on January 1, we visited and prayed with lolo, had a family lunch, shopped clothes and reached my shopping quota for the year at Cotton On, watched Sunday Beauty Queen, went to a wake and then went on to ‘pagpag’ at a full packed Bugis at Banawe. After, I packed my base camp duffel bag and napped. Then, a couple of hours after midnight, I was in NAIA terminal 2 with two of my closest friends and spent the next few days in a lovely resort where you won’t be reminded by your worries because there was negligible internet speed.
So, I’m never good with the whole resolutions, ‘new year, new me’ hype. I never claim to be.
But I’m good with moving on.
Notice I didn’t consider the events following the the turn of the new year as an excuse not to follow thru with my writing plans. THEN, not BUT. Sure, I didn’t set 2017 off as planned, but life happened, and life is beautiful. January 1st was a massive quality time with family and with Jr, a much needed capping off the holidaze. The trip to Cebu was also a much needed make up time for long distance, precious friendships. In the recent years, I have come to terms with the fact that I am not a great multitasker. I can only pour so much of myself at any given time on one thing. I can not give myself fully in the moment while writing/capturing the moment. I am not going to work on being a multitasker either, but here’s what I’m going to be working on: always my best effort. Writing, creating, cooking, loving, laughing, making people laugh, being a friend, being a wife, being a person, living — nothing half-assed. Best effort lang.
I always found the clap back ‘ikaw na‘ annoying. There’s nothing wrong with doing your best and people whose only reaction to your best effort is ‘ikaw na‘ do not contribute to the conversation and consequently, to your life. Dismiss it, and them. There’s a word going around recently that I found more to my liking: GINALINGAN. So that, my friends, is my year’s marching orders. Adopt if you must. In everything we do, leave everything on the table. Go all in. The standards are yours to set and it should not depend on the approval of others, or in more abreast terms, ‘likes’. You do you the best you can that when you glance back, you can say, ‘Ay, ginalingan‘.