How was your weekend? I started writing this yesterday, the end of my long weekend, and of course it got lost in the nuances of closing out what would be our last holiday for a while. We don’t have another holiday coming soon until Thanksgiving, so this is it for a bit.
Like most holiday weekends, I found myself catching up with housework and things I normally don’t get enough time to do on the regular break from the workweek. I indulged in much needed longer mornings, stretching out and just laying still even when my mind was already wide awake. Still, I found myself getting out of bed earlier than normal, but I did go about my mornings at a more leisurely pace.
Motherhood. I got to spend Saturday being Mom — going with my teen to get his hair done. (And I must stop there lest I end up getting a disapproving look again when he finds out I gave out too much information here.) And Sunday was momhood again, shopping in the city. No, not for me, but for the teen (again), what with the school opening just around the corner. I can’t help but marvel at how much he has grown. I have captioned our latest picture together as “Mom is indeed shrinking.. ”
And September is here. And just like that, we are almost at the end of the year. I have become more attuned with the passing of time. So I no longer ask where it has gone — I just know it slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. I’m three quarters done with 2019 and I must say I feel good about where I am. There is a quiet stillness in my heart amidst the hustle and bustle of my everyday life. It helps to keep me focused and calm when the excitement gets too much. I can take a step back, close my eyes, and just find my center again by disappearing into that place within. Some would say it’s escapism. I think not. It’s just me, dealing with life and keeping up.
Decisions. Summer saw me taking a trip home to Manila, with a stop at one of my other happy places — Sydney. It was tight and literally short and sweet — but that’s about the only real vacation I take every year. I don’t go anywhere local, save for an occasional staycation with my favorite date in the city. This year, we didn’t do anything of the sort. And even looking back, I don’t really go anywhere else besides home, and places I visit in conjunction with those trips to be with family. Right now, I’m trying to decide on whether or not I will take another such trip at the end of the year — or more precisely, the beginning of the year. I am almost 75% sure to go, but there is that part of me that is holding back and vacillating between saying yes and no.
I said I leave it to fate. And fate keeps nudging me to go as doors have opened. So I guess I ought to seriously start planning this one.
Writing those letters. I have the stationery and I have pens aplenty. I have a list of people I will write and some, I have actually been writing in a journal of sorts. I haven’t had much luck with those journals but I keep trying, and those letters I hope, will find themselves on their way soon. I even have the stamps already! It’s just one of those things which I don’t want to do on the fly. I want to be able to sit down and take pen and paper and write. Like really write.
At the start of the year, I had hoped to write at least one letter a month. I’m 8 letters behind. I know it shouldn’t be so difficult so I know that at the end of the year, I will be able to count 12 letters sent — and maybe even more.
So that’s my Monday on a Tuesday. I try.