It’s the first day of the 6th month of the year 2020. Manila goes into a more relaxed general quarantine after being on lockdown for 77 days. It’s been one heck of an emotional roller coaster ride; my emotions running the gamut from shock to despair, back to anger and disgust to happiness and contentment, peppered with pockets of numbness.
As always, there’s a Ying to the Yang. I was finally given time to go in instead of out, to have that silence I was craving for myself. I shifted my focus on the right things and appreciate what I have even more. I have pushed back and stood up for myself again and again. A teacher appeared when I needed it. I renewed my meditation practice (25 day sitting streak). I have read 11 books (more, I think). I picked up a brush anew after 3 or 4 years of not being able to do so. I’m finally loving my white hair (and rocking it!). And I am owning the thought that I am no longer a diamond in the rough. Here’s to a life less ordinary.
<The glory of growing older is the freedom to be more truly ourselves—with age we gain the liberty to pursue bold new endeavors and worry less about what other people think.>
—A Glorious Freedom: Older Women Leading Extraordinary Lives by Lisa Congdon