tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33355813890389197882024-03-16T09:13:11.512+08:00CuttyCathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.comBlogger722125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-46941196789428335452024-01-10T09:53:00.001+08:002024-01-10T09:53:58.429+08:00Hola 2024!<p>Another new year has begun. It is time to go back and revisit what has been done and what needs to be done. It is time to re-evaluate what was effective and what needs to be improved. <br /><br />I have made it a tradition to set my annual goals and targets at the beginning of the year. Knowing that I have ticked off my goals for the year gives a sense of fulfillment that trumps all the heartaches and sacrifices to get me to where I am.</p><p>In 2023:</p><p><span> <span> </span>✔ </span>Travel with husband. I am amazed that we were able to do this for both work and pleasure. </p><p> ✔ Travel with the whole family</p><p> <span> </span>✔ Start a new income stream</p><p style="text-align: left;"> ✔ Sell more EVs. I know this is vague. But we were able to get into the retail market and find our niche. <br /><br /> ✔ Daily prayers and meditation<br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">This year, 2024, my primary focus is on my health. The stress on the last quarter of 2023 took a toll on me, physically. This may mean delegating more work, refusing to take part in activities that will stress me even more, taking more trips or breaks to re-energize. <br /><br />On the professional side, the goal is to harvest the seeds we planted in 2023 and be more profitable. We have grown our reach to local companies and we have grown our supplier database also. I feel that this is the year we regain our control and set our professional boundaries. <br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">Time to get back to work!</p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-45553598559264185312023-12-27T23:22:00.003+08:002023-12-27T23:22:55.423+08:0021-22-23-24<p>I just want to remember every bit of this busy Christmas season. It was extra busy this year, juggling two businesses, a 70th birthday party, a wedding and Christmas. Sometimes, I really wonder how am I still standing.<br /><br />Looking back, a few days after the festivities, it is really the busyness of the season that makes it special and memorable.</p><p>21: We had a singing engagement at the Tamarind St. residence of the T family. I was a bit distracted because of Tita Tessie's condition. David looked distraught. I called Vic several times to send reinforcements to SLGC. We thought she wouldn't make it till the next morning.</p><p>22: I woke up early for the morning mass then spent the rest of the morning finishing up Mama's cake for her party. Then, Vic and I visited Tita Tessie at the hospital. Vic was dealing with customs requirements while I was having my hair done. I sang for Kuya Jopet and Ate Love's wedding. I sang everything. There were hits and misses, but I am most proud of the impromptu Aba Ginoong Maria. I almost got recruited to perform in Vegas. Jusmio. <br /><br />They served lechon during cocktails. We were all pleasantly surprised to see Ate Belle at the wedding. The desserts at the reception weren't impressive. We drank and partied the night away. It was my first time to try gin. It hit hard but I was sane after a few hours. We could have stayed longer, if not for Mama's party the following day.<br /><br />23: I literally hosted the party because my siblings prefer being in the background. I baked the cake, chose the menu, entertained guests, etc... Kulang na lang ako ang celebrant. It was a simple party of friends and family celebrating my mother's 70th. We had no structure, no seat plan, we had impromptu games and prizes. The Mercury Drug GCs were a hit. We could've celebrated on the 20th, but it fell on a weekday. It was a success, judging by how happy the celebrant was. <br /><br />A few hours later, I headed to Ateneo for the annual Christmas concert, Simbang Gabi and the ACS Christmas party.<br /><br />24: I opted out of the Sunday breakfast since I really needed more sleep. The plan was to sleep, but my mind was frantic about Noche Buena. This was the only time I could finish up wrapping gifts and prepping our food for the Noche Buena potluck. </p><p>By 9am, all gifts wrapped and sorted, I still needed to get gifts for 4 people. Thankfully, there's a nearby mall where I could get do a quick grocery run and marathon gift-shopping. Doing grocery shopping with no menu in mind, is really pointless. <br /><br />I was back at home by 1pm. There's still time to make a Tiramisu, a nacho dip, order Amare pizzas and a short nap before we leave for Kapitolyo. By 6:30pm, we were eating dinner. By 9:30pm, we are already exchanging gifts in Marikina. <br /><br />So, there! Writing it all down felt like I was living it once again. Napagod ulit ako.<br /><br /></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-1525592450846290442023-11-13T13:20:00.004+08:002023-11-13T13:25:24.407+08:00Christmas in November<p>I wasn't expecting a challenging day. I was just expecting it to be quite busy. I didn't want to stress about it and I didn't want to overthink. <br /><br /></p><p>I have agreed to sing for the First Communion mass then a birthday celebration for Javi in our Marikina house. </p><p><br />It was quite fun and meaningful. The first communion mass was so simple yet so special. We were blessed to hear the kids joyously singing in Latin. Lunch was also a surprise welcome party for our balikbayan relatives. It was a quick catch-up. We weren't expecting a lot of people to celebrate with us too. We had enough food to go around.</p><p><br />It is funny how simple things make our hearts full. It was like we had Christmas in November.</p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-20786765438902684552023-10-03T10:00:00.001+08:002023-10-03T10:00:00.172+08:00Life Lately<p>For several months now, my husband and I have been juggling the EV importing business and this ambulatory center we are putting up. In August, we hosted a grand birthday party for FIL, received balikbayans then sent them off. The kids started school in August too. Did I say that their schools are quite far from each other?<br /><br />It has been a busy past few months. I am not used to waking up early every morning to bring the kids to school then head off to work. I am starting to feel tired. </p><p>It is an adjustment. At first, I was enjoying being an "empty nester" when all kids are in school. But now that work is piling up, I miss those quiet times at home. </p><p>I am so looking forward to having a vacation soon. I need to recharge. </p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-40648678174648643642023-10-02T22:05:00.004+08:002023-10-02T22:05:48.861+08:00Privilege<p> "Everyday is a privilege not promised to many."</p><p><br /><br />I saw this in one of those IG reels and it resonated with me. Just last week, I've had three friends and relatives who passed on. </p><p>The one that shocked me most was the death of a former colleague, not so much older than me. I didn't know that she's been battling with the Big C. I regret not reaching out to her and not being able to pray for her during her most trying times here on earth. <br /><br />This is why I find offense when people feel sad about growing old and losing their youth. </p><p>Let us strive to appreciate the miracle of life everyday. We should be thankful that we can still enjoy the company of our family and friends.</p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-88479566559240732772023-07-19T08:52:00.000+08:002023-07-19T08:52:24.709+08:00Wednesday - Words of Wisdom 0719<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXxP-9NpKhjCTDUwrK3p8II5GHWLRlCy6-m9hW7sDGdwji1l1Uk3vUayKjl0HNM30rD9PXLG33_fSw_9-PPDRnoyp1FDfIi_bwFtk6_r7H0n-WkxUQINUm3QY17Alo67bm42lM6aBwxrrHAiYCB7O1qeBcd7uyE8MTmqlY6F2gDM4nuhhp8pRxjY9-BLb/s940/roosevelt.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXxP-9NpKhjCTDUwrK3p8II5GHWLRlCy6-m9hW7sDGdwji1l1Uk3vUayKjl0HNM30rD9PXLG33_fSw_9-PPDRnoyp1FDfIi_bwFtk6_r7H0n-WkxUQINUm3QY17Alo67bm42lM6aBwxrrHAiYCB7O1qeBcd7uyE8MTmqlY6F2gDM4nuhhp8pRxjY9-BLb/w400-h335/roosevelt.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We must not compare ourselves to other people. There is always someone better, someone who has more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Compete with yourself to constantly make yourself better than you were before. This will give you a boost of confidence that will radiate from within. Make yourself busy so there'll be no time for envy.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-16060231076792328092023-06-17T09:33:00.000+08:002023-06-17T09:33:12.008+08:00Work - Recharge - Repeat<p>It was an overwhelming week. Partida, holiday pa on Monday. We hit the ground running on the first day of the week due to an unexpected arrival of our shipment. My brain is over-thinking. Where do I park those vehicles? How is this going to affect our cashflow? Are the documents complete for release? Did I just get scammed by a supplier? <br /><br />As much as we try to prepare for surprises, there are still some things that just can't be controlled or just wont be controlled. I've exhausted all my energy for the week in one work day alone. Stormy afternoons seem to reflect what's going on in my head.<br /><br />However, not all surprises are stressful. Some bring joy...like finding the dress you've been looking for, finding something you need on sale, collecting payment from a business transaction, finding easy solutions to problems, unexpected roadtrips, bringing a trunkful of produce from a client visit, making a sale without too much effort, making new friends or new business partnerships over casual conversations.<br /><br />It was one heck of a rollercoaster week. But, we ended it on a high note. It was productive week, exhausting too. Now, it is time to start that relaxing weekend.</p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-78457368403459855962023-06-14T09:00:00.057+08:002023-06-14T09:00:00.154+08:00Wednesday - Words of Wisdom <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHf8S5kMO9zXhjn8c8E9e1-Syp--jy380PNYzY4VQkNWSopl2INzkTCP9TcC7OUvRmjgSXCwtc4V9S5xhVFvtaz1ecK10jxvVxWDTEiGy-da33lpnkqp_Elxd5hWt4ttyN5EpZiPmhCHFTN4vUw2yTsOX9rYFdldYEOjrOv-tI5GfY_K6nM-J6gjZmQ/s940/Inspiration.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHf8S5kMO9zXhjn8c8E9e1-Syp--jy380PNYzY4VQkNWSopl2INzkTCP9TcC7OUvRmjgSXCwtc4V9S5xhVFvtaz1ecK10jxvVxWDTEiGy-da33lpnkqp_Elxd5hWt4ttyN5EpZiPmhCHFTN4vUw2yTsOX9rYFdldYEOjrOv-tI5GfY_K6nM-J6gjZmQ/w400-h335/Inspiration.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I was watching the life story of Arnold Schwarzenegger on Netflix and I didn't know that he is a very wise man. I only know him as an actor. I didn't know about his struggles in his youth or that he is a successful businessman. He made his first million dollars even before he entered Hollywood. <br /><br /> He lived a good life, achieved so much at a young age. He endured and succeeded. He is not afraid to try new things and is not afraid to fail. He has the brains and the brawns. For a moment, it seemed that he had it all. It is sad that his marriage didn't survive the trials. Nevertheless, his drive and will-power are admirable.</div><br /> <p></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-27835245374706292112023-03-01T10:39:00.001+08:002023-03-01T10:39:00.228+08:00Why Is It...<p> ... that it takes me no time to pack, but it takes me forever to unpack? <br /><br />I usually pack months or weeks in advance. I set aside clothes early on so I have time have them washed again, if needed. I like to plan this out early because waiting till the last minute makes me forget things.</p><p>Unpacking is a different issue. It is the most dreadful chore. I don't know if it is the cleaning up or the fact that vacation's over. </p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-67950525923253465852023-02-28T09:01:00.001+08:002023-02-28T09:01:00.232+08:00Japan 2023<p>Our first trip after CV-19 hit was a winter trip to Japan. We would have wanted to go during December. But, we decided to go on the first week of February instead so we can catch the Ice Festival in Sapporo. Revenge travel was fierce so we decided to wait it out.<br /><br />Apparently, we should have waited longer. The lines at the Japanese Immigration took us 3 hours before we got out. We expected it in Manila, which turned out to be faster. We almost missed the last train to the city. All our previous arrangements had to be postponed because we got out too late. The Internet service we booked and paid had closed for the day. Imagine, navigating from Narita to the Tokyo at almost midnight, with limited Internet service. Globe Roaming was faulty at that time.</p><p>This was not our first time to arrive this late in Tokyo so we didn't expect to be inconvenienced this way. We were held up at immigrations for too long. We didn't have enough time to eat dinner or get snacks. My children were tired and hungry. I was worried about Vic's blood sugar level. I can carry on. I am used to "death marches" during my international trips.</p><p>But, there was no time for any of those. We just hopped on the train that was available. We didn't know where it would take us, as long as it would bring us to the city. Because it was so late, there were several stations closed already. We followed where the crowd went. <br /><br />Google wasn't too reliable. The routes kept changing as we arrive at the next station. Google maps couldn't find the train line we were on. Super bummer. I just kept my frustration to myself so my children wouldn't be too bothered and start getting anxious. We are act-now-panic-later kind of parents.</p><p>----------------</p><p>If you were like me who has forgotten what it's like to travel, here are some tips I'd like to share to make your trip more convenient.</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li> If you have questions regarding vaccine requirements specially for kids, Filipino staff volunteers are there as you leave the jet bridge. They will be able to help. </li><li>Have a plan B.</li><li>Pack snacks. I should have remembered to get snacks before boarding the train. I used to do this in the past. How could I have forgotten?</li><li>Be flexible. Prep the kids or your companions so they will not be caught unaware. We distributed the luggage pieces, and told them pay attention and move quickly. </li><li>In Japan, cash is king. People were discouraging me to just get my money through a local ATM. Do not bother buying foreign currency in Philippines. I'm glad I didn't listen. This was one thing that enabled us to get on that last train. I had local currency with me.</li><li>Print out your travel documents. When you are in a rush, it is still advisable to have everything laid out in front of you. </li><li>Google translate is your best friend. </li><li>Google Maps has improved but also ask locals or train station staff.</li><li>Prepare to walk a lot, specially when you get lost.</li><li>Not all train platforms have lifts so be ready to work your muscles</li><li>Masks are still a must indoors. I was relieved and less anxious about contracting any diseases because everyone was masked up.</li><li>We lost several PASMO cards 🙄. Remind your travel companions to be responsible for keeping their transportation passes.</li></ul><p></p><p>----------------</p><p>I used to travel a lot in the past. But, this period of staying at home made me realize this reality: Traveling, these days, is such an inconvenience. </p><p>Don't get me wrong. I would still do it. I know it will get better eventually.</p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-6397768887529822142023-02-27T09:01:00.001+08:002023-02-27T09:01:33.762+08:00Traveling With Children, Then and Now<p>It has been 3 years since we last travelled as a family. My children were a lot smaller then. They used to be all dependent on me and my husband. We usually do not have a Yaya who travels with us. I had to buy their food, decide on where to go, prepare their clothes, prepare water and snacks for the day. My husband is usually in-charge of luggage and logistics. We had 4 children below 12 years old in tow, with my husband leading the pack. I walk in the back with the youngest, always counting if we have the correct number of kids with us.</p><p>This year, we took the bullet and decided to fly to Japan for winter. The experience was refreshing. We only had one whiney kid. All the rest were independent and helped along the way. They all had places to go, apart from the usual spots. One wanted to visit a car factory. The other one wanted to visit the Pokemon Center. I can delegate laundry duty and other chores. We have teenage boys who know how to navigate the city. Carrying just a tiny belt bag with my wallet and passport was unfamiliar territory.</p><p>I no longer had to do everything. My eldest was assisting me, making sure I do not slip on the icy road. I had children who offer to carry shopping bags. They buy their own food. I can tell them to go to the convenience store to get some water and snacks. We can leave them in the hotel room so the adults can go out at night. Shopping is cheaper because we get to avail of promos for bulk purchases, specially at Adidas or Nike. I give them a budget and they take care of their own spending money.</p><p>Traveling is now easier, physically and mentally. There are still some adjustments to make, like being more open to local food, more aware of cultural differences and being more responsible. But, I think there still time to work on those. </p><p>I can't wait to take them to more places. </p><p><br /><br /></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-78085458791069680262023-01-30T12:07:00.000+08:002023-01-30T12:07:15.503+08:00On Pets and Their Hoomans<p>I am not really a pet person. I do appreciate a friendly dog, every now and then. But, my day will go on without them. <br /><br />My brother is a pet person. I remember when he was still a toddler, he would have a variety of pets. He'd have puppies, birds or ducklings. He lost his pet last night. His dog, Choco, has been battling a disease for weeks now. Choco had been on antibiotics and Ensure. We thought he'd make it because he's been showing signs of strength. <br /><br />My brother said that he will never get used to losing a pet. I know it is never that easy for him. I still have that memory of him, so devastated, he couldn't go to school. He was lying in bed face down, sobbing. <br /><br />I imagine, when it is our time to lose our longtime friend, Sally, my children will be the same. Sally and Choco were from the same mother. </p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-25019398664907220172022-12-31T12:14:00.001+08:002022-12-31T12:14:08.234+08:00On the Last Day of the Year<p style="text-align: justify;">I do not have my heart set on doing this yearly round-up. I wasn't as eager to set goals for this coming year. There are still a number of goals that need to be attained. Why is that? Are my goals too unattainable? Did I become complacent? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I guess, it is a mix of both. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">So, for this coming new year, I am going to be more intentional about my goals. It is time to plot those small steps that will help me reach those milestones. I will make it measurable and simple.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">------------------</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Looking back at the previous twelve months, they weren't a complete waste. Yes, it was difficult. It was an eyeopener too. For most of the year, I've encountered a series of disappointments. But then, I found out who are loyal, sincere and generous. I found persons who I can lean on and who I can draw strength from. Time exposed people with ulterior motives. I was able to distance myself from people who have been draining my positive energy. Being an optimist in a sea of pessimists is a feat in itself. <i>Nakakapagod maging resilient</i>. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I have been repeating these mantras to myself when I am on the brink of a breakdown. They may be able to help you too.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Keep calm and carry on." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Out of sight, out of mind." </div><p style="text-align: justify;">"Give chance to others. Your time will come."</p></blockquote><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">December started with a lot of highs. It was busy but fun. There were weekly singing engagements. I met up with a number of <i>balikbayan</i> friends. December gave me something to look forward to. It gave us a boost in the monotony we've been experiencing. December kept me too busy to worry about anything else. December gave me hope and a change in my perspective. It was a time of answered prayers, too.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Surviving 2022 is like making it to the finish line. With that, I should give myself a pat on the back.</p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-44309933572333316542022-10-11T11:08:00.003+08:002022-10-11T11:08:28.517+08:00Stress<p>Stress is a word I do not use lightly. I am very careful when I use this word. I do not acknowledge having it because I do not want it to overwhelm me. <br /><br />Everybody undergoes stress. It has good and bad effects. Some people are more productive when challenged. It becomes their motivation. Some people react differently when under tremendous amounts of stress. Stress causes hypertension, even cancer. Some say it is due to the constant production of adrenaline.</p><p>I used to eat stress for breakfast. It has propelled me to do what I can do. It has made me tough. It may also be the reason I am mentally sound despite all these going on around me. I can take it all in a stride and I rarely panic. Hence, the superwoman version of me was born.<br /><br />But, the pandemic happened. I got used to life with a different kind of stress, one that didn't involve the adrenaline rush. I learned about mind spaces and settling myself down. I've felt the calm and I noticed how my body behave differently went stressed.<br /><br />The past few weeks have be exceptionally challenging. Work was less stressful compared to dealing with extended family issues. I've been eating more sweets than usual. My average resting heart rate increased. Yet, the scale recorded some weight loss. I also thought stress caused my resistance to drop. I was usually the last one to get sick. Now, I am the first one to get it. </p><p>Stress is amazing. I just need to master it, and not let it be my master. </p><p><br /><br /></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-15632459022975035072022-09-06T13:20:00.003+08:002022-09-06T13:20:36.717+08:00Words of Wisdom for September<p> When everything else seems hopeless, just keep moving forward, one step at a time.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjEck2IxqiltRthh3QEZHIdivnqUsJUUS8dC2r2y4dt6O8O6suPBAMw9s30HiiWZtiAFr8k9yg4nknL9GSUEhMSxjjnFqDPA1H6U3ubvfrQG4ikGOI4wHKf8YuKr5rRJ6drrbFkuMXOiObuftxZZjpkoTHhZQss0QkFYNChB7VLglh5VsnoUWXPT6nQ/s1080/Words%20of%20wisdom.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjEck2IxqiltRthh3QEZHIdivnqUsJUUS8dC2r2y4dt6O8O6suPBAMw9s30HiiWZtiAFr8k9yg4nknL9GSUEhMSxjjnFqDPA1H6U3ubvfrQG4ikGOI4wHKf8YuKr5rRJ6drrbFkuMXOiObuftxZZjpkoTHhZQss0QkFYNChB7VLglh5VsnoUWXPT6nQ/s320/Words%20of%20wisdom.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-81837624974173145962022-08-16T16:14:00.002+08:002022-08-17T16:51:34.881+08:00With Acceptance, Comes Freedom<p>I've been pondering on this for days. Here I am, writing it down, committing it to memory.<br /><br />I realized that holding on to something that doesn't want to be held back is a waste of time and energy. I am opening myself up to negativity, mediocrity, failure, even sabotage. I might as well accept it. With acceptance, we can move forward, dictate our own terms and take control. In a sense, I feel free, free from frustration and failed expectations. </p><p><br /></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-50180694724130950992022-07-22T16:30:00.001+08:002022-07-22T16:30:00.235+08:00Dear Daughter<p><br /></p><p><span> </span>You'll be a <i>dalaga</i> soon. I could hardly believe how fast time has gone. You used to be this carefree girl who did weird photo poses and who wore <i>pink pasabog</i> clothing. I remember when I used to tie your hair sideways and dress you up in dresses for Sunday mass. Now, you are all prim and proper, but wouldn't wear dresses, skirts and pink. </p><p><span> </span>Everyday, I am amazed by your kindness and selflessness. You were always ready to play rough with your brothers. They'd make you cry then, you'd play with them again. You were always the forgiving one and who would do favors for others. You would indulge your brothers and Daddy when they request for cookies or french toast in the middle of the afternoon. </p><p><span> </span>Everyday, I am amused by your <i>kikayness</i>. Who else would were rings and necklaces at home? Who would sleep with sleeping masks on? I know you try on my nail polish and my make-up. I could smell them and I see the dirty make-up remover sheets in the trash.</p><p><span> </span>I couldn't imagine spend the day on endless Google Meets with friends, watching "Sofia, The First" or your K-Pop faves. But you could do it. Hopefully, we can take that girls' trip to SK soon and chase after those pretty looking dudes. Hahaha</p><p><span> </span>You are never afraid to try new things, to take leadership roles in school or sports, to try out new recipes you found in TikTok or to practice that new art technique. I hope you continue that even when you are older.</p><p>I am glad that you are not rushing to grow up. I do not think I'm ready for that yet. </p><p>Just keep building your bucket list. With hard work and persistence, we'll get to them eventually. </p><p><br /></p><p>XOXO </p><p>Mama</p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-10367607553110350892022-06-13T22:35:00.000+08:002022-06-13T22:35:29.847+08:00Mid Year Update<p>It is a wonder how fast those first five months have gone. Soon, we will be celebrating Christmas. <br /><br />I keep going back to the goals I've set in the beginning of the year. I do not even know what we will achieve by the end of the year. Some plans didn't work out. Some days, I feel that we are being pushed farther and farther away from our plans. It is painful to witness how things turned out. I am constantly assessing. Am I being led away? Is this for me?</p><p>I just have to keep moving forward, one step at a time. Before we know it, I am there. </p><p><br /></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-34351092883165993752022-05-24T23:19:00.001+08:002022-05-24T23:19:33.441+08:00The Road to Independence<p>My youngest son, who turned 8 this year, has been bugging me and my husband to give him a room. There are extra bedrooms in the house but they've been converted into storage rooms. He talks non-stop about how he is going to fix up one of the rooms.<br /><br />He shares a bedroom with his brothers. But most of the time, he co-sleeps with us. <br /><br />I, on one hand, wouldn't want to upset the room "organization" because I am quite sure that he'll go back to co-sleeping with us. Emptying out the space and making it suitable for sleeping will take too much work. <br /><br />The smart little guy came up with an idea. He wanted to try out sleeping on his own in the boys' room, without his big brothers. Maybe that would convince us. <br /><br />Before I prepare myself for bed, I checked up on him to see if he has settled in nicely. Lo and behold, he is already asleep! My mommy heart couldn't decide whether I should be happy or sad.<br /><br />-----------------------<br /><br />Our house help went home for a quick vacation. Since the chores won't do themselves, I asked the children to help out. It was also the perfect time to teach them life skills. <br /><br />My youngest was the only one who couldn't cook rice. I taught him how to measure the grains, wash and cook them using the rice cooker. Ever since he learned this new skill, he's been volunteering to make it every meal. <br /><br />When our Yaya came back, he gladly volunteered to make rice for dinner, at 4:00 PM! LOL!<br /><br />Parenting is such a bittersweet experience.<br /><br /> </p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-30968608789592980262022-05-11T22:37:00.047+08:002022-05-24T22:52:54.712+08:00The Road to Acceptance<p>So, that is what it feels like to be heartbroken. I haven't cried this much in years. Yes, hagulgol levels. It is so painful that I could barely function. I cancelled my commitments. I prayed for months and I prayed hard. A lot of people did the work but it wasn't enough. </p><p>I cry for our country. I cry for what could have been. I expect that the tears will continue to flow. Until when? Who knows? </p><p>This was our chance, how did we blow it? I was hoping to see true reformation in this lifetime. <br /><br />The road to acceptance is long and hard. For now, I guess, I will just cry it out. </p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-82154242378044222742022-03-10T23:35:00.000+08:002022-03-10T23:35:40.042+08:00Another Chapter<p>As Metro Manila eases back to its pre-pandemic routine, why do I feel like another chapter is coming to a close? <br /><br />I am anxious to go back to our previous routine, only to find that we've drifted apart. Friends and family have relocated to far away places. Some have simply chosen to move on. Some have decided to scale down to what's really important. This pandemic has reduced relationships into memories. <br /><br />Part of me is sad to face the reality that maybe it is time to end this chapter, too. I was looking forward to making more memories with lots of you. Maybe, it is time to begin another chapter anew.</p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-6961654948335666512022-03-10T11:36:00.001+08:002022-03-10T23:59:23.096+08:00In a Slump<p>For a couple of weeks now, I've been trying to figure out what to do. I seem to have lost my way and I have lost my motivation. <br /><br />I have gone back to my goals and tried to figure out my footing. I am still there and I crawling my way back to the right path.<br /><br />How can you lead when you've lost your sense of direction?</p><p><br /></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-45749136751209293732022-01-13T09:01:00.001+08:002022-01-13T09:01:00.227+08:00Real-Life Elsa<p>During one of my virtual travels, I chanced upon this YouTube video about the northern lights. I liked the aesthetic and calmness of the video that I was drawn to check out the other ones in the channel. It helped that the videos are narrated in English so it was easy to understand.</p><p><a href="https://jonnajintonsweden.com/">Jonna Jinton</a> is what I consider a real-life Elsa. She is an artist, photographer, jewelry-maker, and musician thriving in the beautiful region of North Sweden. She has long blond hair and she likes taking a swim in icy cool waters in frozen bodies of water. She records ice sounds and makes music out of them. Her rock formations are wonderful photography subjects. Her small business operation creates jobs for her small community in the North. </p><p>She loves nature and she lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods. She uses torches and candlesticks at night so she may be living off the grid too. I could be wrong. Her vlogs have this ethereal feel, so different from what we have here in the tropics. I am particularly drawn to her winter scenes and nature photography. This is one of my favorites, <a href="https://jonnajintonsweden.com/product/andromeda-2/">Andromeda</a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8bppbU-D_ExED9IpvqqpJ4osdLEROWvFJ0SJHBgPFAUkRC0s5JC5xmP0JCfNH9W70wExRArHI8lNwDqMtjwVeiRplBe_aoPpXmGZoBBN9DIuGU1-MqSMzA81bbmQnsyw45RhHtxID5EkByrs_cE11LcbmY0fkCZJ1ot2KOSgkIyv-S73SSfl6vOKEug=s1310" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1310" data-original-width="1014" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8bppbU-D_ExED9IpvqqpJ4osdLEROWvFJ0SJHBgPFAUkRC0s5JC5xmP0JCfNH9W70wExRArHI8lNwDqMtjwVeiRplBe_aoPpXmGZoBBN9DIuGU1-MqSMzA81bbmQnsyw45RhHtxID5EkByrs_cE11LcbmY0fkCZJ1ot2KOSgkIyv-S73SSfl6vOKEug=w496-h640" width="496" /></a></div><br /><p>Jonna makes it seem that simple living, however detached from city life, is still achievable and relevant in this day and age. I am a city girl at heart, but, Jonna's sustainable life looks so enviable. </p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-25598470865221683552022-01-12T15:05:00.004+08:002022-01-12T15:05:00.234+08:00The Way, Number 813<p style="text-align: center;"> When we are feeling de-motivated, helpless and lazy, here is a quick reminder.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6OdSL17oMpe-yxqwIo0oq2wlvjDRHKaAcI_S1I1cmQ6AqiKhYiH5QPjyHXOkxrNk5_J86r3bTL5opv2qvAD9KjK2i7nvEH8UHa1sNdB7GJykZOU25NZ6yDcOskWJq4m_ujlNnYDQ2NkmqxJclyKnWvejcsoWQaZ63PZLACNMkvFR1lIQaZFCCpFlDKQ=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6OdSL17oMpe-yxqwIo0oq2wlvjDRHKaAcI_S1I1cmQ6AqiKhYiH5QPjyHXOkxrNk5_J86r3bTL5opv2qvAD9KjK2i7nvEH8UHa1sNdB7GJykZOU25NZ6yDcOskWJq4m_ujlNnYDQ2NkmqxJclyKnWvejcsoWQaZ63PZLACNMkvFR1lIQaZFCCpFlDKQ=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335581389038919788.post-84715742101738462732022-01-11T14:52:00.004+08:002022-01-11T14:52:00.217+08:00Words of Wisdom for Businesses<p> I've been watching self-help videos on YT and have been noting down inspiring words. This one by Warren Buffett resonated strongly. May this guide you too, in whatever you venture into.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEile82x4fIU4D-pqz7zbCKEJ95pfAvLqGkT4uHHPs0xQqFM3tWAx2eEsiU6ROz-0xhGCavEHlW-yJj24R3xincwLM7TjgDi9BAuG1C11hLbw7RenNgyNgKl4OHw-dg9cQfmNzwl7a2YPI3Ne6ngFVpG5uTHZray2Li728Y5cbYi_sF3VFgZ_hh33SaZ1g=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEile82x4fIU4D-pqz7zbCKEJ95pfAvLqGkT4uHHPs0xQqFM3tWAx2eEsiU6ROz-0xhGCavEHlW-yJj24R3xincwLM7TjgDi9BAuG1C11hLbw7RenNgyNgKl4OHw-dg9cQfmNzwl7a2YPI3Ne6ngFVpG5uTHZray2Li728Y5cbYi_sF3VFgZ_hh33SaZ1g=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>CathyCEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01636723702211183415noreply@blogger.com0