Hi self, welcome back to blogging? Hope I don’t annoy you so much as I only pick up writing when I feel empty at everything.
I turned 30 last year and they were absolutely correct about being 30. It’s gonna be flirty and thriving. Oh well, I’m only on the thriving part, and it’s just February hahaha
2021 was such a year for me, I was so grateful amidst the pandemic. Work is overflowing and it pays well. A lot of learnings and days on the beach, countless cups of iced or hot coffee, multiple restaurant visits, non-stop zoom meetings, been drunk twice, got 2 kittens, new apartment, managed to pay all debts, new investment, paid life insurance, new team, spent the holidays with my family, bought a lot of unnecessary stuff and at the end of the day, I still weigh 80kgs hahahahaha FUCK my life right now.
Now onto the second month of 2022, I think I’m not even close to thriving. It feels like dying hahahaha it’s like back to zero sisters.
Currently having a coffee in a cafe while typing this shit. Yeng Constantino shouting in my ear “mabuti pa ang mag-isa”, not today Yeng. We do not need that kind of energy today.
As much as I want to have positive takes for 2022, it shoots me right in the foot. I was blindsided, I think it’s karma. I remember what my boss said to me “Jhelline if something seems to be unsolvable then it’s not a problem, it is a fact, truth, or reality. It is what it is Jhel.”
So for 2022, we are taking a step back and breathing more than once to make sure this is what we want. Cue in “Scared of Happy” by Fifth Harmony. I do really hope, for 2022 I will thrive, survive and be happy.
Excuse the featured photo in this post, it’s a dirty cup of coffee but she tastes good ma’am. Until the next blog self… I just realized now that I have so much thing I wanna write and share to myself.