At 27, I oftentimes get asked the question why I don't have a boyfriend, yet. Aside from the reason that I don't usually go out on dates...it's just that I am happy this way.
I am comfortable being on my own. I get to do what I want, when I want. I can spend time with family and give them my full attention.
I can go out with friends, anytime. Make plans, or spend weekend nights with them for a chat, coffee, or dinner...without the feeling of leaving out somebody when I accommodate them.
I don't have to check out every now on then, messages on my cellphone to keep tab on a 'boyfriend'--ask him where he is, or how he is, or what he's up to. No worries.
The idea of being single all through out has crossed my mind a lot of times...and it doesn't seem frightening at all.
I have aunts who have lived that way, too (single hood runs in the family, I guess). And I've seen them live through it with grace.
From my perspective, they seem comfortable, at peace, at the same time, responsible. They took care of me as a kid, so do my youngest 'batch' of cousins, and of course, my dear grandma until her last days.
But it would still be too early to say that I'm going to be single all my life, or say that I'm contented giving my love to family, friends, and self.
One still needs to experience how it is to 'romantically' care for somebody. In one's mid-life stage, you need to at least know how it feels to 'love/care' for a significant other...just so you'll know if it's for you, or not.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Blank Page
...it is staring at me, too.
It's a bout against a blank white space again.
Trying to give context to something I have felt, something I have thought about, something I have learned or realized at the end of the day.
Writing or the act of blogging again...it's a feat I have to conquer.
I have forgotten when this has started--this fear, this frustration to write something decent.
I have forgotten when I started to surrender against a blank page.
Like a cripple, learning how to walk again;
Or a scaredy cat trying to or finally facing her fears.
Storytelling
Think of writing, not as a job you have to do; but a medium to tell a story, to talk about something.
Writing is not the output itself; the stringing of words to create something is not the end-all, be-all. It is just a medium.
Don't just be a writer, be a storyteller.
Old Ideas Told in a New Way
Jose Carillo, for the most part, is right in saying:
One is an effective writer when he is able to tell about old or existing ideas in a fresher fashion.
**Random Thoughts on a "post-gimick" Saturday night. I hope tomorrow I can tell you about something else. Something better.
It's a bout against a blank white space again.
Trying to give context to something I have felt, something I have thought about, something I have learned or realized at the end of the day.
Writing or the act of blogging again...it's a feat I have to conquer.
I have forgotten when this has started--this fear, this frustration to write something decent.
I have forgotten when I started to surrender against a blank page.
Like a cripple, learning how to walk again;
Or a scaredy cat trying to or finally facing her fears.
Storytelling
Think of writing, not as a job you have to do; but a medium to tell a story, to talk about something.
Writing is not the output itself; the stringing of words to create something is not the end-all, be-all. It is just a medium.
Don't just be a writer, be a storyteller.
Old Ideas Told in a New Way
Jose Carillo, for the most part, is right in saying:
One is an effective writer when he is able to tell about old or existing ideas in a fresher fashion.
**Random Thoughts on a "post-gimick" Saturday night. I hope tomorrow I can tell you about something else. Something better.
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