Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Dear Future Husband - One Year Into The New Normal

It has been a while since the last time I published a letter.. I actually had a other written letters before this, but it is only now that I found the time, and inspiration, to post this letter..



Dear Future Husband,

Today marks the 1st year since the quarantine started due to the COVID-19 pandemic. Nobody expected the quarantine to last this long! And a lot had happened since last year. I, for one, seemed to be dealing with anxiety. Last year, I think it was due to the uncertainty that was brought about by this global health crisis - and the stress of the work from home arrangement. It became very toxic, (the) demands of work and the closure of the business I've been handling for 5 years - it became too much for me to bear. I decided to leave (my job), resigned from work and pursue a career in the Nu Skin business. Somehow, this step seemed to help ease some of the anxiety. But lately, I am not so sure what's bothering me, but I've been having trouble sleeping again. Admittedly, I am not performing in my business. I feel so lost! I know what I should do: I have the trainings and the materials; I know in my heart I want to be successful in this business! I just need myself fueled up - I need to drive myself and get my business going! And since I cannot have the support I wanted to get, at (the very) least from my family, I just feel so alone at this endeavor.
I'm writing now because I want to declare in the universe that I want you to find me soon! I might be looking at another birthday spent during pandemic, I'm hoping/wishing I'd get some sign that you exist. Could I (please) get a hand-written letter for my birthday this year? I'll be sending this message out there - I WISH FOR A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER FOR MY 42ND BIRTHDAY - delivered via AIR MAIL. I always say, "manage your expectation", and that's what I'm going to do. But I will also invest a lot of hope that this request will be granted ๐Ÿ˜Š 
I'm counting on you and the universe to make this happen.
~xoxo~
Your future Bride ๐Ÿ’–


Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Dear Future Husband ~ The Lost Bride


​I was looking through the pages of my notebook, and I came across this letter I wrote in February. I now recall why I keep filing my schedule with activities - meeting with friends, spending time in the gym, and attending workshops/seminars. It was my way of coping with this feeling of lost.. I didn't feel like posting the letter then because I wasn't sure how I felt about the contents of this letter. To be honest, I'm still not sure how to feel about it now. But I decided to put it up --- after all, it's not all rainbows and lavender-laden prairie kind of journey for this lonely bride. I wish to shed light to some of the darkened moments, in the hope that there would be less of them. It's not easy being a future bride - but it's nice to hold on to some thread of Hope ~ ❤




28 February, 2018
  
Dear Future Husband​,

​I haven't been writing lately. This month went by in a blur, and before I realized it, it's already the last day of the month! Just like that, ​2 whole months into 2018, and yet I feel like nothing much have changed. I still feel lost - I tried to fill my weekends with activities which I believe would inspire me - and my calendar organizer would show just how fully-booked my schedule is (until March!), but that unsettling void still lingers. I feel like I haven't accomplished much. I tried going to the gym as much as I can. I believe I could use the endorphins that gets released when I exercise. So for a good 2 hours, I would have a temporary solace in the gym. Also, I go out to meet with my friends. On 2 separate occasions, I've met with friends from grade school, and friends from High school (these are 2 separate group as I went to different schools then ๐Ÿ˜‰). And I do feel positive when I spend time with them. But when the day is through and it's time to go home, I feel that unsettling feeling again, like it was just right there waiting to welcome me back. ๐Ÿ˜ข

I need a major change and I need it soon. I do not wish for anything drastic, but a shift would be very much welcomed. I do not enjoy feeling tired all the time - this had been going on for quite some time now. I know there must be some way I can be at peace with what I am; with what I do; and, with what I am facing. I don't want to be lost anymore! It's very tiring to wake up everyday and just thrive. I won't even consider it a life, as it's really just thriving! ๐Ÿ˜’When the time comes to meet my Creator, I'm not sure how I would respond when I get asked what would be my most significant accomplishment. So, it's this feeling that's looming above me like some dark cloud that I can't seem to escape from.

And now as the second month of the year comes to a close, I have big hope and will be looking forward to that shift. A shift towards the direction where the good Lord intends me to be. And as I continue on with this journey, it would surely be nice to find you along the way. Here's hoping to cross paths with you soon...


~xoxo ๐Ÿ’œ

Your future bride ๐Ÿ˜˜

​​
​As I was typing this, I can't help but feel grateful for my full schedule. I guess, I'm still ​searching for that shift, and I can't help but feel hopeless (helpless?) from time to time. Nowadays, I spend more time in the gym, and I'm feeling more positive than I did back then, when I wrote this letter. I'm grateful for the opportunities I'm being presented and the amazing people who inspire me and graciously accepted the role of being instruments of God's love to bless the world. I will continue to hold on to that thread of Hope, and believe that someday soon I would be instrumental in sharing that hope to others. 

~ ๐Ÿ’–xoxo๐Ÿ’– ~

Monday, April 16, 2018

Dear Future Husband - A Bashful Bride's Challenge

The journey to "happily ever after" is no easy task, it's indeed a rather challenging path for this hopeful bride... After a rather unintentional break (from writing), here I am again, the lovely, albeit somewhat lonely, (future) bride sharing some really crazy encounters and the thought process behind what ultimately led to the most insane declaration to date... ๐Ÿ˜…


Dear Future Husband,
I haven’t been able to write lately. I got caught up with fixing my schedule, trying to fit appointments/engagements, and working around with gym class schedules – I wasn’t able to squeeze some time to write you about them. In any case, I’m writing now because I think I had a major breakthrough (or meltdown!) Emoji this past weekend and I just felt it's ok to share with you. Brace yourself!
My 2018 vision board #GOALS2018
This Saturday (April 14th), I attended a seminar “Strategies for Success” – you see I’ve been gearing up for that quantum leap in my professional career, so I’ve been keeping busy... In this seminar, I was asked to share my vision board Emoji in front of the participants. Okay, it was a rather small, cozy group of 16 people – but it was rather nerve wracking on my part, as I’m not really the most comfortable having to speak in front of “practical strangers”. And if that was not wild enough, I got to share some really personal stuff - stuff that I can’t even imagine discussing with my own mother! Stuff including, but not limited to, my relationship goals for this year #goals2018 – which was highlighted in my vision board. So, there I was ever so casually (and rather bashfully) shared the thoughts behind how my vision board came to be. I also mentioned my passion for writing, how I write a letter from time to time addressed to #DearFutureHusband. It may have happened all too random, but I think I just rambled on and inadvertently declared (to the universe, aka seminar hall) your existence, and how “I was this close” to finally meeting you!!! (translation: I just bared my brand of crazy to a bunch of a rather respectable group of individuals). And keeping up with this crazy bit, you do realize where this is leading to, right? (OH! I sure hope you do!) We have to make US happen! I’m not sure where, I don’t know when, I only hope it would be soon! ๐Ÿ˜‰
Here’s hoping, and praying, to have you in the same page with me in this #goals2018. I hope you won’t think I’m too crazy... Just so you know, I can do sane like it’s any normal part of my system – promise! Emoji That said, I’m really looking forward to meeting you real soon.

~xoxo ๐Ÿ’–
Your Future Bride ๐Ÿ˜˜

As you can see, it was quite an embarrassing experience, but as the wise would say, if you wish to go further, dapat walang hiya! (direct translation: you should have no shame ๐Ÿ˜… ~ pun intended) I still have a long way from shedding off my inherent shyness.. But it's a task I'm willing to face head on. I looked through my notebook (an actual notebook, where you write random stuff..) and found 2 other letters that I wrote some time in February. I'd get back to that soon & see how it would fit in this series. So, on to the next chapter ๐Ÿ˜Š

~ ๐Ÿ’– xoxo ๐Ÿ’–~

Friday, January 12, 2018

Dear Future Husband - Commuter Bride's Tale

The throes of daily commute is a whole different struggle on its own. Stress is just too real and has become inevitable. So, what's a poor bride got to do...




Dear Future Husband,

     It was indeed a stressful start of day for me. It was one of those days when getting a ride to work became extra-extra challenging. It took a quite some time for me to get a ride. I realize it was already getting late as I note the time, but there was very little that I can do. Our street was uncharacteristically not congested that day, which should have been good news IF you’re driving your own car, but for commuters like me, it means NO ride. After what seemed an eternity, I finally got a ride. But in less than 3 minutes, the driver stopped switched the engine off to check on the hood. To cut the long agony short, it’s not fit to run. So, I had no choice but to get my phone & book a car, at the same time hoping to get a cab whichever comes first as I was already getting close to losing my wits. After a few minutes, I was able to book a car. I was delighted and thought “yey! there’s still hope”. I realized, I’ve celebrated too soon. A number of minutes of waiting passed when the good driver decided to cancel on me! Like, seriously!!! Are you freakin’ kidding me??? My allergy rashes were literally flaring up, I realize I haven’t taken my meds yet – which is a whole different story. So anyway, it was already way past the hour of sanity, and I’m still yet to get a stupid ride to work. It’s just really crazy ridiculous. I haven’t even got to the office yet but my stress level was already reaching critical points. It took yet another while before I finally got a cab, as it happened the apps (both apps) failed me on such crucial moments. By the time I got in the office, I had to file for a half day leave already. It was that bad. 

                 It’s days like this that I’m reminded of my long running intent to buy my own car. I had been pushing it back for some reasons now. Bottom line, I still don’t have that strong drive to actually push thru with it. It’s such a big responsibility, I mean not only the financial aspect, but also the maintenance, and not to mention the social factors (I dread the thought of having to deal with traffic crooks &/or entities that threatens to inflict harm to car owners). So yeah, it’s like weighing between necessary evil & lesser evil – and quite frankly it’s sucking the life energy out of me. I realize, these all sound like frustrated rambling – I guess I just need to let it out of my system, to vent a little. 

 Here’s hoping for less stress for the remaining part of the day! 

~xoxo๐Ÿ’–

  future bride ๐Ÿ˜˜
I've always found writing therapeutic (obviously). It's just my penmanship that bothers me, though... ๐Ÿ˜„ I used to think my handwriting was quite neat & dainty. But as I look at it now, it just looks like a tired "Tita of Manila" stroke ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ ~ which I'll let go for now.. I'm done with my crazy thought for the day & will have to face the other crazies next time. Hopefully this practice will not scare my #dearFutureHusband and instead help him to become a reality some time very soon. ๐Ÿ˜‰

~ xoxo ๐Ÿ˜˜~

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Dear Future Husband - Intro

Here I am again with yet another creative (spell crazy) idea, this actually occurred to me while in the cab on the way to work this morning. I guess inspirations do come in the oddest of places, some say they get their creative juices flowing while doing their business in the bathroom – so yeah, ideas hit you when it finds you, wherever you may be. Hence, the awkward and lack-luster (if not totally devoid of human affections) letter came to be. I believe I wanted to be spontaneous, but then being spontaneous sometimes goes with “not being well-thought of”. So, I guess it takes some level of courage, and a strong urge to prove that I can be spontaneous, to share this raw piece – which I may tweak a little here and there, as I am admittedly an over-thinker.   


09 January, 2018  
Dear Future Husband,  
      A thought occurred to me this morning as I was on my way to work today. It was a crazy idea, but I thought I'd go with it anyway _And it is to write a letter (journal) as if I am really writing to a real person, and what better way to address it to than to a hopeful (wishful) entity. So, I decided to address it to you ๐Ÿ˜Š 
     I have always wanted to write some sort of a series, like a recurring thought that progresses through time (or not)  It's just [a matter of] finding the right timing (?), or inspiration (?). I have thought of a variety of inspiring ideas here and there but I never really had the time to write them down. No one to share those ideas with, however crazy they seemed. And [Yet] I do believe that those idea would come back to me, I mean, they can't just go away, right? But, I really hope that by doing this, it will help me collect my thoughts and organize it in a way that it would make more sense. 
      Speaking of sense, logically it would be sound to start with an introduction of myself maybe (?). But then I thought I'd like to be spontaneous, and eventually [gradually] reveal a thing or two about me in time. But for now, I'll just have to live with this vague, albeit odd, letter and perhaps write back with more substance next time.
Hope to keep in touch!

- - - end - - -

So, yeah... I can't even bring myself to sign it. I'm torn between "sincerely" or "Love always"... None seemed appropriate ๐Ÿ˜ haha...

In any case, here's to starting the year with a cheerful thought! 

~ xoxo ๐Ÿ˜˜ 
(future bride)


Friday, August 25, 2017

Be Kind Anyway...

Around the 1st week of the month, I had an emotional meltdown. It was one not-at-all-fine Thursday morning, when I got all emotional, and ugly-cried in public (ok.. semi-public ๐Ÿ˜). I just felt tired dealing with the daily throes of traffic ๐Ÿ˜’ constantly adjusting my time just to make it to the office - and people who work in the greater Manila area understand how extremely stressful traffic congestion gets in the morning. And that particular morning it got extra extreme ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ (I know! It's hard to imagine, but it really got even worse!!!) not only were the vehicles in exhausted-snail pace, but getting a ride became awfully challenging! And things just started piling up from there on..
photo cr: Disney Inside Out
The day started on a rather positive vibe... I was feeling rather proud, thinking that I would be coming to work earlier than usual because I made an effort to leave early. In fact there were still a number of students making their way to class when I was walking towards the transport waiting area near our place. Since it was still early, I didn't bother turning on my Grab app, as I was positive I could get a ride soon, and make it to work on time... After some time, and I still haven't got a ride, I began feeling anxious, and when I glanced on my phone, I was sad to realize that almost 30 mins. had passed and I was still there unable to get a ride.  When it looked like I won't be getting anywhere soon with the rate of traffic, I decided to change plans & moved to a different route... By this time, more than 45 mins had already passed. But I still kept my cool. I thought, ok maybe I would be a little late, but that's fine. It was just a shame that this happened even with the extra effort to leave earlier, but that's life & unfortunate things happen. At that time, I also decided to turn on Grab to increase my chance of getting a cab. After more than an hour had passed, I was already in a prickly mood. I was starting to have bad feeling, and as time passed and still I couldn't get a ride even with Grab, my mood was turning sour. I was feeling frustrated and desperate, to the point that I was already cursing the day. Finally, there was a cab who stopped, the driver was rather hesitant to take me because by that time my destination was expected to have heavy traffic already. I tried to keep my voice calm as I pleaded the driver to please drive me to work. I had to bribe him extra P50 just to get him to agree. But as soon as we drove forward, I just felt overwhelmed with frustration & self pity with the ordeal that I had to go through just to get a ride to work. Before I could stop myself, I started to cry ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ. Like really ugly-cry, and I couldn't stop!   


photo cr: https://marandarussell.files.wordpress.com/
I felt like I didn't want to proceed to work anymore. I was in such an awful mood when I thought of calling my best friend, if only to unload some of the frustration I had that morning. She was trying to make me laugh, but it didn't seem to work, I still kept crying uncontrollably. In the end I apologized for calling her, and told her that I would just call when I was feeling better. As I hang up, the cab driver felt sorry for me that he couldn't help but speak out. I apologized for breaking down like that, and he said it was no problem. He then told me that I was kind - which of course seemed unusual for me, being that we never met before ๐Ÿ˜•. The driver went on and said that he had a number of passengers, who would be swearing non-stop due to utter frustration brought about by the traffic, but I was different - I just cried ๐Ÿ˜Œ I just said swearing wouldn't really help the traffic congestion in any way - not that crying would do any better... It's just that uttering bad words was not really my style ๐Ÿ˜…. He then continued, with his "grandfatherly" tone, talking gently as if trying to console me ๐Ÿ˜• I realized, I must have made him really uncomfortable for crying, as he drove on to the late morning traffic. I must really be in such a pitiful state, that when finally got in my office, he told me no need pay additional fare ๐Ÿ˜…. I still paid him extra, and thanked him for driving me to work. I guess being kind made all the difference... ๐Ÿ˜‡ Later that day, I called back my bff to tell her that calling her was helpful after all - I then relayed what the driver did, and it was that kind gesture that somehow helped me to find the energy to face the day's work. 

Just this weekend, I got into an accident ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ It was raining hard and there was a long queue for taxi, so by the time I got a ride, I was really looking forward to a warm bath and sleep. It was still raining heavily when I got out of the cab. As I made my way to the the other side of the street, towards the gate of our house, a speeding scooter (medium-sized, later I learned that it was an e-bike) appeared out of nowhere & knocked me to the ground. 
I just took no more than 2 steps when the scooter hit me. I was well within the pedestrian lane when I fell on the street, and usually pedestrian lanes go with humps, as the case in our area - which caused the rider to get thrown off the bike & flew over the other side of the humps. It all happened too abruptly, and since it was raining hard I tried my very best to get up & seek shelter at a roofed area near by. I even observed that I was able to get up before the rider who hit me - I wasn't sure if it was a woman or a young man. All I can make out of him/her was that he/she was wearing a riders raincoat, with large circle prints, and he/she had a small body frame. As the rider got up, he/she just looked at me but didn't really bother to make any effort to check if I was ok. I felt my left leg was quickly growing painful, so I decided to make my way to my house, to ask help from my family. My focus was to get into a hospital quickly, because my left leg was quickly swelling up. When I got home, my leg was already painful and the size my calf grew dangerously close to the size of my thighs because of the swelling. As I sat on the porch and did a quick assessment of my injuries, the bruise on my left leg was huge & was in a plain black shade. I also observed bruises on my right arm, right leg and I could feel a dull pain on my right hip - which could be attributed to my fall. I just had a quick change of clothes, and made my way to the hospital. I spent at least 2 hours in the hospital to get everything checked, took a series of xrays, until the doctor verified that I did not sustain any fractures - no broken bones. The doctor then prescribed me something for the swelling and was sent home. So, it was sometime after midnight when I was sent home. The following day, it seemed like any ordinary Sunday, except it was hard to get up as my leg hurts with any shift in position. I went on and informed those that I was supposed to meet during the long weekend that I won't make it to the planned appointment. I had to move & re-arrange my appointments. And it was a big hassle. I also consulted some friends on how to file the report for the accident - I was not after any monetary settlement or any of that sort, I just wanted to know if I need to do any report at all. A friend from PNP advised me what to do, and since I was advised to stay out of my feet, my mom was the one who filed the report at our Baranggay* Hall. One thing we really appreciate in our baranggay was the availability of quality CCTV around our town. As soon as the town hall people saw my Mom approach, they were very welcoming, and eager to help. One quick click to the time & street, and they were able to locate the footage of the accident.  They observed that I seemed calm & didn't bother to make a scene as the whole ordeal unfold. My Mom just simply said that it's very unlikely that I would react violently, it was not my nature. And it's true. ๐Ÿ˜

Be Kind Anyway... Through both ordeals, I realized how I could have reacted differently, or at least how people expected my reaction to be, and how far that expectations were in the actual unfolding of events. I'm not claiming to be an expert in the kindest of gestures, but what I do know is how the good Lord guided me through my day to day endeavors - the good & not so good. Like when the accident happened, the people watching the CCTV commented that I seemed OK, which was rather dumb ๐Ÿ˜“. Not being able to go to work for the entire week due to the my bad leg, that's hardly OK at all.. Looking back, I recall being really annoyed at the rider. Have I not felt the growing pain on my leg, I thought I wanted to pick up the scooter & drop it on the rider - that was what I honestly thought that time! ๐Ÿ˜คWould I have done it, given the chance? I'm not really sure. All I know is that the Lord blessed me with a good enough sense & strength to get up & get the necessary help, to focus on what's important - and in that manner, I was able to remain calm & saw it as a chance to choose to be kind. I am no Saint - that much I am sure about myself. I'm still pretty annoyed at the irresponsible rider, for speeding at the pedestrian lane in the pouring rain - leading to my not being able to go to work. But I am still grateful to the Lord, it could have been worse! I could have fractures and need to cast my leg, which would need longer time to heal - but the good Lord didn't allow that to happen. I could have been angry & miserable, but instead I saw the blessing behind it - which made all the difference. Given a choice, of course I would choose NEVER to go through such harrowing experiences, but since they happened, I thank the Lord for the grace & the opportunity that I have been blessed with - where I was able to choose to be kind. I hope this help inspire us, however small way, to always find the blessing amidst distressing situations, and may we continue to be a blessing to everyone and always BE KIND 
~๐Ÿ’–xoxo๐Ÿ’˜~

*Baranggay = community or town. In this case, my mom went to file the report at the local town hall. 

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Journey To The Enlightened Path - I Love Life Retreat

“There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation”
-          Way Back in to Love ~ Music & Lyrics OST
This verse from a popular song came to mind when I started typing. I’ve been searching for enlightenment for as long as I can remember. I feel there must be some kind of purpose, a deeper meaning, why I exist. Exist being the operative word. I often find myself scrambling for any substantial meaning to make it feel that it’s actually a LIFE. I realize it’s a rather depressing thought, so I would try my very best to give this piece some light.


On the outside, I know I seem pretty normal. Nothing out of the ordinary, just one of the unrecognizable face in the crowd - Nothing special. Yet, as overly dramatic as it sound, there’s that inner battle – an Existential Crisis, if you may - that I don’t really feel like fighting. What for? I seriously don’t see the point. But, I find myself still waking up to a new day – a new promise of HOPE. So, I thought I owe it to myself to discover what lies for me down the road.

that's right, it was 2015 - 2 years ago! 

This was pretty much the premise I was in when I accepted the invitation to join the I LOVE LIFE Retreat. I had only attended the Feast once, I think (?). Though on some occasions I would chance upon it on TV, but no real intention or effort to join. For some reason, I got invited to join the retreat... and I’m glad I was given this chance. I believe the good Lord intended to put me here to nudge me towards the direction that I’ve been praying for. So I was able to join this dynamic group - batch 6 [of the star circle quest] ๐Ÿ˜„ haha.. My purpose of writing this (however belatedly) is to share my insights – highlights & lowlights - of the retreat. This is solely based on my personal opinion, so it may or may not reflect the general consensus of the participants of the batch. ๐Ÿ‘ผ

Highlights: What I really appreciate about joining was the warm reception of the service team on the onset. And I do mean right at the very onset of inquiring regarding the retreat – I think it was sis Arianne who kindly corresponded with me on the details on the registration, payment, and other pertinent information relevant to the activity. I had experienced joining other group activities, in some instance on a National level, so I have a good enough reference on the helpfulness of the organizers & service team of activities/events similar to this. I have a knack on knowing whether or not people are being true or not. I can easily pick on the person’s sincerity, or lack thereof – which becomes my basis on how to deal with people I meet. For that matter, I can really feel that the service team had their heart set for the retreat to run as smoothly as possible. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Another thing, I liked how we were grouped for room assignments. I was roommates with Joyce and Jocelyn – all 3 of us just met there. Later on we realized that we were grouped together because we were the same age. ๐Ÿ˜… We actually shared this hilarious moment where in all 3 of us were talking as if we’re older than the other 2.. We were talking about some random stuff and one of us mentioned something like “during my time.. and at my age now, etc…”, which then led to a reply “It can’t be that bad, considering that I AM this… & such…”. The conversation went on for a few more minutes, until one of us blurted, “why, how old are you exactly, ‘coz I’m [current age]” – it was only then that we realized that we all have the same age. Thus, explained how we can totally relate to what the other was talking about. And because of this arrangement, I didn’t feel such an alien, instead I felt more like I found 2 new sisters. ๐Ÿ˜

The talks & the activity line up were uplifting and fun at the same time. In a true FEAST manner, one can really feel God’s love emanating in all of us. Through this retreat, I met new sisters/friends that are awe-inspiring and made me feel great about the faith journey that we all shared. We were all strangers when we boarded the bus, but we became sisters and brothers after the retreat. I may not have a chance to interact with them after the retreat, but thanks to the wonder of social media, we continue to stay connected. A good reminder of the time we shared in the iLove Life Retreat.

Team Ephesians ๐Ÿ˜

Lowlights: The activity line up was all good, but I found the actual execution extremely exhausting! I understand that the organizers wanted to maximize the experience in this retreat, but carrying out all the activities was physically wearing. As much as I wanted to participate & share the encounter with everyone, I found myself all worn out! ๐Ÿ˜ฃThe day started with a 5-5:30 am call time on a Saturday, so everyone had to come early, lest risk being left by the bus. When we arrived in the retreat venue, we didn’t have time to get settled, no time to wash our face & refresh, not even put our things in the rooms. We were instructed to just put our belongings at the back of the session hall, and proceed with the program. Now, don’t get me wrong, trust me I know the importance of time. I was aware that we’re in  strict observance of time to carry out all the activities, which I felt was of utmost importance to our organizers. And I actually applaud them for their effort in accomplishing the task. But, I do hope they put more allowance to the possible stretch in travel time, and other matters. I’m not saying they didn’t, which is why I wished for “more allowance” – you see, a lot of us came from work that time. In my case, I had the entire week of extended work hours (12 or more hours in the office). Come Friday night, I had to be mindful to cut my sleeping time to make it to the early morning call time the following day. Now, I know a number of the participants managed to catch some sleep during the drive to Tagaytay, but the case does not apply to all. Sadly, it didn’t apply to me. However way I tried to close my eyes in the hope to catch some needed rest to be able to participate in the retreat, I simply cannot sleep in a moving vehicle (which was why I took the plane when I went on a trip to Ilocos). Anyway, we proceeded with the program as planned for day 1. It was only after lunch when we were given the chance to wash & refresh, but still not see our rooms. So, it was a long queue to the women's bathroom. And we only had time to retouch our make up with our bags on the floor – boot camp style. To some, it may not be important to have time to “retouch make up”, and I think that’s valid. But, just to illustrate the mechanism of those who needed proper “retouching time”, please indulge me: ๐Ÿ‘ธ As a general rule, my make-up routine consists of moisturizer, powder, and lip color – I don’t bother with eye make-up, concealer, highlighter, blush & contour. I go for the “less is more” look. It is important  for me because however tired you are physically, you can lighten & uplift yourself by looking refreshed, revived. So, if I look fresh & feel fresh, it helps me lift up my mood & participate well in the group interactions. Also, whether you admit it or not, it also helps the speaker to see a lively audience, as opposed to pale-looking and zombified crowd due to lack of proper sleep. Case & point. Going back to the program, we continued on to the next part, and the activities stretched on until past midnight, where there was a bonfire, and there were hotdogs & marshmallows to roast in the fire. It was supposed to be fun, in fact, it seemed like a great way to bond with the group at the end of the day. BUT, with the number of activities squeezed in for day 1, a good half of us chose to skip the bonfire if only to go wash up & finally get some sleep.

Another flaw would be the food. ๐Ÿฑ Admittedly, I’m a picky eater – not because I have a lousy attitude towards food, but because I have some health issues to consider. However, this hardly constituted to my pickiness, but more on the food choices & general preparation. As this happened 2 years ago, I don’t remember anymore what the dishes were, but I do recall the beef with ampalaya, & 1 other vegetable dish. The dishes were not cooked properly. I’m a decent enough cook to distinguish “half-cooked” from not cooked at all. The vegetables, the ampalaya in particular, was still very fresh (raw), and it’s not the type of cut that could pass for a “fresh green salad”, it was about an inch thick and more than 1 in. long, cut diagonally. It seemed like the heat (from cooking) barely touched the vegetable pieces. I’m not sure about the others, but I just know that had I ate that, I would develop not only the regular stomach upset, but with matching gas pains &/or spasms. As for the food choices, it was just odd combination, if not plain weird. There’s definitely plenty of room for improvement for the food.  

All in all, the I Love Life retreat was a really good experience. And with all that’s mentioned above, I would definitely recommend it to people to try & benefit from the activity. The talks, the inspiration, the life sharing, and the very core of the retreat certainly outweighs the low-points. In this retreat, not only did I get to listen to Bro. Obet Cabrillas' talk – which was such a delight because I attended a different event where he was the speaker, so I knew his caliber – but also, I had the pleasure of dining with him. He sat at our table & chatted animatedly with us. I remember regretting not being able to have my book signed, because I didn’t have it with me in the retreat. But that’s one encounter that I really cherished. Also, I had the pleasure of meeting sis Elly Cabal, author of the esteemed “Worth the Chase” book (I have a separate blog on this). Plus, I gained a number of friends who, up to this day, still continue to inspire and uplift my spirit through their posts on social media. From time to time, I would send a note or just click on the reaction icons, which may not count to anything significant – but in that tiniest of gestures, I want them to know that I am grateful to have met them in my life. Time permits, I may send them simple notes of thanks individually, as they might not get a chance to read this piece. So, if anyone asks if it’s worth going to the retreat, I’d say I highly recommend it! And don’t just take my word for it, grab the chance and experience it yourself. Allow the wonder of God’s love touch you & share the moment with the people whom the good Lord have selected for you to be with at the moment. Let’s continue to be God’s blessing to one another! God bless!

#TeamEphesians Cry of Pugad Lawin
*photo by Jeanne Harn* 
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๐Ÿ’—~xoxo~๐Ÿ’–

p.s. special thanks go out to my “retreat sisters

To Maine: thanks for sharing your song videos. They’re really inspiring, in more ways than you realize.
To Illin: thank you for your wit & humor. When I’m having a bad day, I just scroll through my newsfeed and your posts never fail to put a smile on my face.
To Marie: God bless your heart. Thanks for including me in your wonderful projects. Sorry I’m not able to do more, but I hope you’ll continue to give me a chance to share my little contribution.
To Ms Maila: thank you for inviting me to this retreat, and thank you for being God’s blessing to me! ๐Ÿ˜˜

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