Breeze Along It: A miserable yet joyful morning.

13.3.11

A miserable yet joyful morning.

My definition of a miserable morning:

Post Nasal Drip +
Finding out I fell asleep without brushing my teeth +
Still can't talk +
Realizing my workload +
Missing Erika

Lately, I've been having these nights that I just suddenly fall asleep. I'll start on my homework then wake up looking at a seventy-paged document filled with a random letter, or a phone with several missed calls and pissed off messages. I'd find myself still dressed in my jeans and socks, and my jaws would hurt because I wasn't able to brush my teeth. Well, last night was one of those nights.

My voice box hasn't been functioning since yesterday and I have an essay, an MP, 2 group presentations, and a quiz coming up. Normally, I would've been miserable and stressed. But I'm not.

I woke up happy. For some reason, I couldn't get myself to be sad about everything that's happening. Maybe because I've been through something worse just days before, or because there's too many things I could be happy for. I don't really care. I've got a full day ahead of me. I'm probably going to mess it up by procrastinating and not accomplishing anything, but to hell with that.

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- Menny, who continues to breeze along it.

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Be nice. :) But whatever.

Thought Treasury

All this is just a treasury for my thoughts. See, I don't blog to share, but to express. That's why I don't use other sites like tumblr, twitter, or plurk for my thoughts. If I ever had to share something, I'd share it with someone I know. I just need some personal space that others may invade - sort of like a diary that's open to criticism.

Browse though the pages of my thoughts. Dwell in my rich collection of troubles. Rejoice in my victories. Laugh with me at my mistakes and shed a tear for my sorrows.

Breeze Along It?

No, it's not a matter of bad word choice. I know that a more popular idiom would breeze through it, not along it. But that's what I mean.

When someone breezes through something (take for example a problem), he does so with the end in mind. This is good - as beginning with the end in mind is one of the important habits of a successful leader. But focusing on the result curtails one's capability of steering the situation. Looking at the distant mile, he overlooks what lies feet away. But when that person breezes along it, he does so with the problem in mind. He quits thinking of how the problem will end, and instead think of where the problem is taking him.

And that's me. I breeze along. I believe that everything happens in God's perfect timing. Worrying if the future's what I'd like it to be is bound to be unproductive. What I do is shape my future to look like what I dream it to be. If I see a problem ahead, I do my best to prepare myself for it. But until that comes, I breeze along. Like what my really close friend keeps on saying, "We'll cross the bridge when we get there." So breeze along, breeze along.

Breeze Along It

Menny

13.3.11

A miserable yet joyful morning.

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