The other day I cut my hair on a whim. I was on my way home and passed by a parlor. Good, I thought, one reason to delay going home.

After the cut, I've felt my head clear up. I don't know why, but it helped me unload any excess baggage I've been grudgingly carrying. Maybe it's the new look, but I know what's wrong with me, and why was I so unhappy the past 2 weeks (if you haven't noticed it yet.)

A friend told me when I mentioned I was free of excess baggage, that I was far carrying more load a woman my age would normally do, so it was normal for me to feel burned out and that I should take it easy.

Take it easy, how many times have I been told this? Yet, I still fret, still moon over the next thing to do, get worried of all the things I wasnt able to do, and push, push myself some more.

I was washing the dishes, cooking dinner, and doing the laundry a while ago. And I was wallowing in self-pity. Great Aggie, ang sarap ng buhay mo. And then I thought of people in the States who don't have household help and still manage to be a-OK. Maybe He is just training me to be independent and get used to it, if my plans of moving out to another country will materialize. I have Edil to rub my back, massage my shoulders and give me some loving. I have Matthew who gives me sloppy little kisses.

And I still sleep, still get that occasional chocolate mousse or mango shake, still have the time to dance.

Life is good.

And I've learned that not doing the laundry for a full week can still be OK, and that we will survive

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