the past month, i seem to neglect my regular gratitude list weekly. Terribly, I was just so busy with my job and I guess sometimes, I just really want to enjoy my life the way it is without simply writing everything.
granted, I'm happy with what's going on with my life. I spent long hours at work, then after office hours I go home and spent time with my husband and daughter, I watch television at night regularly (that's my stress medication), I take a shower for 15 to 20 minutes, and I listen to music before I go to sleep, that's my lullaby.
I do what I want, I buy what I adore but not spending too much, I communicate with those special persons with my life, I go out with friends once in a while, hang out and catch things up with them... sometimes I work during Saturdays, and manage to clean our room's mess during Sundays. I had fun watching my favorite movies and watching them over and over again every time I feel to. I relaxed while listening to my thousands of music collections... I visit the saloon and had my hair done usually once a month.. I strictly want everything to be organized and well planned.. those simple things makes me love my life at the moment...
"Happiness cannot come from without. It must come from within. It is not what we see and touch or that which others do for us which makes us happy; it is that which we think and feel and do, first for the other fellow and then for ourselves." - Helen Keller.
As, always, I've been doing a lot of thinking about finding contentment in myself, and the person I am. There are days I feel like an absolute goddess, and there are days where I feel absolutely disgusted. For the most part, I'm okay. I guess that sometimes I just think that I'll magically wake up one morning with a wonderful body image and incredible self esteem. Until that happens, I do appreciate days where I'm simply contented with being me. I just wish they would last longer.
But right now, I am happy for what I have & for who I am. Though there are really times when I pause for a moment and start to ponder what I've already become, and if I'm happy in this given choice in my life. I was too obvious & was caught by it, so I end up questioning myself even more, “what really makes me happy?”. Uhmmm,I want to be the cause of happiness in someone else’ life and to feel again what it feels like to be fulfilled by doing and having what I want.
It's good thing though, I've already listed in my mind all possible negative repercussions. I hate things going awry. It's just that sometimes, I have a terrible mood swings going from bubbly moment to cranky the next. But still I'm trying to cope up with that emotions. I know life is short to make things complicated. I guess I just need to get out, cheer up & have fun!
Good vibes!
Sumimng all up my last weeks goodness & gratitude
0 comments Posted by chinky tinkerbell at Monday, July 13, 2009
Mood: Happy and enjoying my job for the day despite having lots of thoughts in my mind...
Whoa, I am soooo far behind on writing out my gratitude list! Can you believe I am actually trying to catch up and going back two weeks to figure out what I was grateful for during the week of June 29th?
But here goes - my memory is still pretty much intact.
The past two weeks seems to be really occupied by busy days on my schedules. Though everyday, I do things on a routine basis. I work during weekdays, still catching up on my pending workloads. Apparently, I only have a few to be done. I usually go home tired and suffering headaches at the end of the day. Watching TV at night, once in a while playing with my so playful daughter, and sleeping late texting, that's just my daily routine these past couple of weeks. Havaianas slippers and Mario D Boro stilletoes are the new stuffs I just recently got. Last saturday, weekend after the last I managed to work 7 hours and accomplished my renewal accounts. My everyday life becomes a routine lately, somehow I really feel the boredom but there's a light feeling, I know I'm happy.
Last weekend, Leigh & I got the chance to go home at my Mom & Dad's place at the province. Honestly, there's no better place than the home I grew up with. I also visited my friend Azhele and her son Kyon, we had some talks and catch up some things. Last Sunday (12th), I had this super short haircut and I'm loving it. Me, in a new look. =) After having the curly hair just a month ago, now I'm having a new hairstyle again. I love the younger look in me.. Yey!
I know, I know. You're all, "Really? Calm down with the narcissism, already. Geeze." But I will not apologize for an impromptu photo shoot on a good hair day. I refuse! (Please tell me I'm not the only one who wants to grab a camera immediately once I realize I am experiencing a good hair day, just to document the goodness.) And, anyway, at least I didn't make a photo montage with the rest of the eighteen photos. (I AM KIDDING. Kind of.)
So, the whole point of this post is to tell you about something that has basically changed my life. Or, the life of my hair, anyway. Something like that.
"For the love of all things holy. The hair. OH, THE HUMANITY." (Like so.) However, now, I'm happy to say that this is my new favorite hairstyle ever. Once you get the hang of it, you'll love having a curly hair.
On a side note, I've found that it sometimes works best for me to flip hair the opposite way. Instead of twisting hair "down" I'll twist it "up" so the curl loops around the other way. (If that even makes sense.) Having curly hair now is an addiction. I was naturally born having straight hair and gets my hair rebonded every year. I guess, trying a new hairstyle will somewhat give me more sense of experimenting my looks. (Oh no, confidence maybe!) And also? I everytime I wake up in the morning with perfect waves, and didn't even have to do anything to my hair, aside from a quick fluff, before walking out the door. (Which is surprising for many reasons, but mostly I was pretty sure I was going to wake up with my hair looking like a hot, crunchy mess, matted to the side of my face and was going to be forced to leave the house like that, simply because I have to wake up at the crack of morning on weekdays and give myself a mere forty five minutes to get ready.) So, needless to say, it was always a good morning.
And then taking an unnecessary amount of photos afterwards fixing my curly hair. Because that is always the best part. (Yes, it is!)
