Busy but not that busy

It’s one of those days when I feel so tired even if I didn’t do much.  Perhaps it’s all the energy I exerted yesterday finally catching up with me. 

Mababaw lang naman ang kaligayahan ko.  So give me a good book, as long as I have my diet soda, and if you can keep me comfy no matter how much work there is to do, I’m good.  And as long as you ask nicely, I don’t even mind folding brochures, stuffing envelopes, or what have you.  Give me an internet connection or pen and paper and I will keep writing.

In a previous life, I was super sungit and mataray.  But that was ages ago back in the land of pancit canton, where titles were important, and work was so structured you actually knew who came from what school based on their position in the company or how they spoke. 

I can still bitch when I want to but for the most part, I’ve mellowed down.  So sometimes I just sit still and be quiet –  busy myself with things that would keep me preoccupied.  Look at Angel and ask for a hug — and all my worries fade away.  Sometimes I hold him in my arms and I listen to his breathing up close, and I breathe him in myself and it’s like an elixir that gives me new energy and rejuvenates me.

Can’t wait to see him again.