Attraversiamo

Sara Bareilles, my able company as I get this going.

The warmth of vodka still running through my system recognizing what unfamiliar territory it has been, at least for quite a while. Nonetheless it was tolerable. In fact I missed it.

Having spent the latter part of the week feeling under the weather, I wasn’t sure if I was feeling any better since I woke up from slumber past one in the afternoon. Cough’s been cruel the past instances last night. The worst that it has gone since I can’t remember.

It was a sun shiny morning walking the streets down to hear mass. It gave me a good feel  about how this day’s going to go. I was off to a good start, I thought, indeed I was. My heart’s kind of bursting out with thanksgiving. I could only kneel down in awe of how gracious God has been to me. Like always.

Greetings flooded me. And I was all smiles reading each and every message there has been. There was no crying and stuff, well, almost. THANK YOU, y’all.

Papa’s quite a lift having assisted me with the things I needed and Gabriel too. The three of us has played tag team a lot of times already. Say familiarity now, no doubt. In time, everything’s ready.

Dinner’s quite a nice time to catch up alongside modest drizzles. Like I love it.

Gene just made a come-backing appearance. Marvin and Edison on a debut, Ervin via phone-patch and Dex on a buzzer beater of an emergence. Jef, on his third I think, missing out the last time. Ariane, solely from my all-girl clan made it tonight alongside my baby, Rincy. You gonna grow up real pretty baby.

I took a lot of pictures as possible, the one’s I was drooling over before I got this one started. Me laughing’s generally echoing back to my ears. Something I really missed. I mean genuinely. I think I was so near forgetting how that works and what feeling it leaves one. Aw.

It was an early wrap up. The guys got to go. It was kind of uncanny there because even Jef made an early exit. L

But I got to squeeze out something good about this packing-up-early scheme. I couldn’t end this day feeling bad. It’s my birthday for goodness sake!

And my head’s quite oozing with thoughts, it was messed up, dying to get organized.  But I’ve got dishes to tend to. It had to loiter there for a while.

Cleaning up has always been therapeutic to me. I feel a certain kind of relief; a pleasurable outlet of I’m not sure. It just sort of eases me out. And  in minutes, I cleared everything out.

That including my head.

I recognized the presence of too much, too many emotions all at the same time; I couldn’t tell apart, that I had to tear them down into pieces. Just so that I can dig in.

I know you’re there. I recognize you. It’s good that you’re there but I couldn’t dwell so much on you. I got to be going.

Very Eat, Pray, Love. But the idea itself really got me. And I was trying on it. So far so good.

Like how recollective birthdays seem, this one’s my version of it. If there’s one thing my twenty three year’s have actually taught me, it’s finding and recognizing happiness within yourself. And not having to depend upon anyone or anything in particular. It’s a choice we have to dig on; I had to munch on myself.

And guess what, I’m choosing to be happy than anything else when I wake up tomorrow.

And the day after that.

Hopefully all the days of my life.

It’s some kind of hefty cross-over you know.