You know it’s a slow and lazy Sunday when you decide to pick-up your laptop and work on piles of food- and travel-related stories and what you come up with is an existential, “Oh my, what have I been doing with my life?!?” post instead.
It’s that kind of weekend, I guess. One when it’s too easy to compare yourself with people you look up to and good friends who are going places and are doing really well in life. I normally have high EQ when it comes to seeing bad-ass Project 366 videos, and Facebook photos from Anilao, New York, Nairobi, the Netherlands and Sydney, but today’s a different story. Today’s one of those days when I ask “When’s it going to be my turn?“, and then some.
“When will I get that break?“
“Will I ever make it big?“
“What if the opportunity’s already passed and I wasn’t able to grab it?“
I catch myself just before I dive further into a pit of self-doubt and questioning. I am just in my twenties after all and there’s no rush. I’m convinced I still have a lot of time, and if in fact I don’t (say the world ends this December 21 :-P), it doesn’t matter. I’ve gone leaps and bounds from where I was years back and that’s surely nothing to scoff at.
At Universal Studios Singapore last May. Can’t afford to be in New York yet so I guess this will do for now. Operative word: Yet. 
And guess what?
The one I love (and who loves me back) is upstairs taking a bath while I write this. We just finished watching Contagion, Hugo and The Help – all really good movies – while munching on chips and drinking iced tea. Mother in law’s (who I feel loves me dearly) in the kitchen preparing our dinner. Siblings and Mama are at home, safe, healthy and sound. Tomorrow I get to work, and I come home to sleep in a room with a roof above my head.
That’s when I am comforted by an important fact: I am happy and I am loved, and I’d rather be right here, right now than anywhere else. Life is good.
Makaligo na nga. 
