Abundance

Oh, you’re still unmarried?
Oh, no kids?
Oh, your kids are all girls?
Oh, all boys?
Oh, you’re a single parent…
Oh, you’re an entrepreneur.
Oh, you’re an employee…
Oh, you’re an artist…
Oh, you’re an accountant…

Most of the time, people find facts and figures that are disappointing things in you.

Even my family and relatives who are kind people were verbose expressing their frustration ’cause I’m unmarried at this age.

I also hear people, although married, would constantly be questioned about kids, livelihood, etc.

I don’t know when will you ever be completely impressive to someone.

And that’s the lesson here — you might never be. And who cares. It only matters when you yourself care.

I think most people stopped asking me about what’s lacking when they felt that there was none. I seriously don’t care about what lacks. All that matters feel accessible to me.

Just another note, I think those who are truly happy in this life won’t need to ask these questions and provide mindless remarks. ‘Cause they know what joy truly is — it’s an internal state of being not dependent on the abundance of externalities, but in the abundance of spirit.

Happy Sunday!

What are the things you wish you learned from school?

My list:

✨ Self – sufficiency (financial, emotional, spiritual)
✨ Emotional regulation
✨ Finding joy in small things
✨ Humor in dire situations
✨ Asking for what you want
✨ Eating well
✨ The value of exercise
✨ Winning friends and influencing people
✨Negotiating
✨Self-worth, managing insecurities
✨How to love
✨Money making
✨ Resiliency & grit

The Weather

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You can let the rain clouds
tickle the walls of your skin
but remember,

no thunder, no flood, no rain
can engulf you

unless you let them in

You may cry a river
You may stir a storm
You may cling to an all-year winter

Or you may keep the world
inside of you
peaceful, loving and still

(Don’t let the cold outside
fool you into believing
you’re lonely)

My Fairy Tale Happy Ending – A Speech

Growing up, like most girls, I’ve always wanted my happily ever after.

And for sure, it was rooted from the the first books I’ve ever read were that of my yayas – the Precious Heart Romance Pocketbooks.

These stories have a similar format- a poor girl, with her beauty and kindness as her major strengths, waits for her life to change. She eventually meets a wealthy, good looking, driven man who comes from an upper class family. They fall in love but the family of the guy opposes the relationship. They fight for their love. Something tragic happens. But because the guy has overwhelming love for the poor girl, they go against all odds and eventually get married and live happily ever after, together, forever.

Additionally, my family, specially, my mother is very particular on making sure I am in love and in a relationship.One of life’s greatest purposes is to make my happy ending happen.

I will meet someone good-looking, kind, driven, wealthy and we will get married against life’s odds. And we will have our honeymoon, where else, Paris and Maldives, and we will be together forever.. with the kids.

But this aspiration, I realized early on, was a big pain in the (ass) … heart.

First, because it’s particularly challenging to find someone kind, driven, good looking, and wealthy at the same time. Or they can be all of the above, but I wont be their type or vice versa. Or they belong to a totally different demographics that makes it impossible for us to meet.

I’d be in and out of dating – and realized no one will ever suffice.

At 24, I met a good-looking guy, comes from a good family, a Mormon (my parents’ preference) and we almost got married. But because of major personality differences, my instinct said, “Not yet.”

And there were too many “NOT YETs” afterwards.

I was frustrated. My parents are extremely disappointed. My ovaries are probably frustrated, as well.

One day, when I was 28, i met my fairy god mother – lets call her Anna, she is a wise woman who had been in two (2) divorces and who finally found peace and contentment and another love – and instead of providing glass slippers, a dress and sending me to a ball or a networking event. she provided wisdom, she said “You know, love isn’t about finding a happy ending with another person. It’s finding yourself happy, by yourself, on your own and wanting the same joy for another person- notwithstanding if you are together or apart.”

I was stunned by how she defined love. It is entirely different on how I was taught love growing up. This woman is telling me that instead of a man changing my life, I am supposed to be 100 percent accountable for my own joy. I was unhappy with the traditional way of thinking thus I decided to take advice to heart and I found myself trying to practice it everyday.

First I focused on myself, I need to be happy on my own – and what did that entail – a passionate professional life, genuine friendships, savings that will make me feel secure, a dynamic, artistic, mobile life that involved travel, Toastmasters, and poetry.

And slowly I worked toward these things. I am still working on them every single day.

From a finance professional, I transitioned to an international development professional- a career I feel strongly about. I make sure I meet my girlfriends and make time for them. I constantly monitor my net worth and investments. I have published a poetry book. And I traveled 25 countries as of date – and yes, I visited France and Maldives alone and to be honest, I am the happiest person knowing that I needed not a husband to take me there.

I found myself not with a happy ending, but with very happy nows. Just because I took accountability for my own joy.

Have I found the one? You may ask. I’d say, I’m not sure if the concept of the one holds true. But I did find someone who looks like a prince charming – extremely good looking, very kind, and who is driven, enigmatic, fun, who is wealthy.. not that it matters at all cause I can take care of myself. And we have a freeing, loving relationship filled with authenticity and acceptance, not unreasonable expectations.

And of course I still want to have a happy ever after with him, but above all, what I desire for him and for me is to live the happiest, the best lives we could – together or apart.

I Think Therefore I Let Go – My Poetry Book

Most of my friends know that I have already published my poetry book entitled, “I Think Therefore I Let Go”.

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You can purchase a copy through this link.

It’s the first book I have ever written and I do plan to write a lot more. I am conditioning myself to be better and better at this craft and excited to write more meaningful work in the future.

This book is a good poetic summary of my 20s as the decade consists of a lot of volatile, uncertain, complex, and ambiguous (VUCA) feelings about love. I think, what I have learned over the years, is the importance of letting go and opening yourself up to starting all over again.

I also learned that the VUCAness does not last. You will grow up. You will be at peace. You will be chill.

It’s good to have these poetry to document those amazing days when you’re all about the magnitude of your emotions.

Ah, maybe it was difficult… but the love I have for my “right now” makes it all worthwhile.

Anything for Anyone

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You cannot be everything for everyone.
Sometimes, you’ll be the star,
or the apple that’s fallen from the tree.
Sometimes, you’ll be the void unseen but felt,
or the midday break – an always but often solitary.
Sometimes, you will be the spark that starts forest fires,
or calming song that whispers “be gentle with your life”.
Sometimes you will be a season, a prize, a wallflower,
the better tasting wine.
You cannot be everything for everyone,
but once you find a role,
the good ones play in grace and heart,
and the rest – in grace and grit, forgo the part..
and know, you need not be anything for anyone.

Ricochet

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Oh how I ricochet – from hope to fear, from fear to hope.

And I, circling, dancing, grasping for reason, to and fro these opposite poles, through and through, all along, the force is one, unchanging –

I am in love with you.

Bliss

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I decided to stop following my heart
And start following my bliss

For the heart is a tricky place
that makes me believe in a future
(of you and I)
that might never come to be

My bliss resists the passivity of waiting
Or the blues of wishing
Or the lack of that dare to hustle

It adores sudden plans and accidental friendships
And late-night conversations with
a list containing doodles of
thank you’s dressed like queens

It writes letters that serve
no purpose but to delight me

It believes everything I need
is here and now

And all the empty holes inside my
golden socket
Are nothing but opportunities to
stay as beautifully light as possible

My bliss knocks on
arm’s length cellar-doors
and picks up low lying fruits

as whatever is near is as
a gift as whatever
the greener grass could be

The thought (of you and I)
excites me about the future
yet it voids me of the present

And for you, I’ve lived excessively
inside my heart

But how can I continue
to do that
to what is here,
to friends who’re near,
to who I currently am?

When what is here,
the friends who’re near,
who I am –
this moment,

these –

these are all I truly have?