One Gone, 11 To Go

So. January ends today. Does anyone else feels like it was only a few days ago that we were celebrating New Year’s? No? Really?

Well, okay. I guess it’s only me, then. But I really do think that this month did whizz by in a blur of busy mornings and long, cold nights (I hate you, winter). And on Friday, while I was driving back home from college, I got stuck in terrible traffic for a good twenty minutes, already putting a kink in my good mood. Want to see? Here (do notice the Give Way sign that my fellow drivers conveniently chose to ignore):

Give Way

The cold has been turning my fingertips blue in the mornings these past couple of weeks, and you could only imagine the relief that has swept over me in waves when the sun decided to peek from among the clouds Saturday morning. And since that put me in a chirpier mood (and also because Mom had threatened me not to ‘just sit and read’), I made lunch.

Now, I’m just looking back at the past 31 days, trying to wrap my head around the fact that just how, within a split second, it went from December 31, 2015 to January 31, 2016. It’s Nano’s birthday next Sunday, and I’m losing sleep over it now. See, I’m a legendary planner, especially when it comes to surprises. Being a writer makes you uncannily observant, and that in turn helps me pull out a lot of good surprises from my pockets, if I want (if being the keyword here).

But with Nano? I’m positively out of my depths. One, she abhors surprises. And two, she’s a pretty hard nut to crack, almost impossible to impress. There are days when I actually try to think back and put my finger on what exactly it is about me that convinced her to let me in her life. Just, wherever did I go right in my life to find her?

God knows.

But that doesn’t mean I’m any less grateful to have her. I don’t even want to think about where I would be without someone as capable and fearless and honest as her in my life. She’s one exasperating, infuriating woman, always undermining herself in any and every given situation, but you just know it in your gut that she’s fully capable of being the rock what you could lean on when the water gets choppy.

If other people in my life lived up to be even one-tenth of a person that Nano is, life would be so much simpler. I mean, who doesn’t want to be the Queen of Awesome?



Besides reinforcing my love for my infuriating but indispensable best friend, January did its part in teaching me a few life lessons. There aren’t many, but there sure as hell as important:

#1. Do not ignore the voice in your head/heart, ever. It is talking to you for a reason.

#2. A day off, or a late start in the middle of the week can do wonders for your sanity. Take a break, every once in a while.

#3. Oregano makes everything taste freaking awesome.

Yep, that’s it. One month down, eleven more to go.

I realized yesterday I do not own a single hardcover, only paperbacks and ebooks, which pains my heart, really. I intend to set it right by the end of February (assuming I can catch Mom in the right mood, that is. Maybe I’ll cook her something nice), among other things. I started reading Jandy Nelson’s I’ll Give You The Sun, but haven’t even got halfway through it, but it doesn’t matter. It makes me nervous when I don’t have back-up to-be-read books. 😛

Okay. Time to go.

I’ll go finish all the work that I’m supposed to get done before Monday, and then go out for a walk or something. I’ve been feeling restless since morning.

Meanwhile, go make yourself happy. You’re worth all the effort in the world, you understand? Don’t listen to any blockhead you insists on convincing you otherwise. It’s now or never, ladies and gentlemen.




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