At this Age

 I miss being younger.

The commitments, the responsibilities, the losses .

The fear of losing your job, your income, your health, and the worst of the worst, someone.

Been in and out of the hospital the past week, not knowing when is the last. Sometimes just wished time would just pause and I could just escape for awhile.

But amidst all these I know, it’s a blessing to have someone to worry about. To care for. To see you and be happy that you’re there. 

Might be the hormones, but I’m feeling empty lately. Something is missing.

Doing the right thing doesn’t seem so easy anymore.

Being 34, unmarried, and no kids is like being 18 but with money and freedom.

1 year to 30

I'm not sure teens these days even know what blogs are anymore... and that is why... I'm back!

I tried to journal my life on instagram once and.. it just hits different. Felt more like a photo dump more than anything, and I feel like I can be more vulnerable in my blog. Does this make sense my fellow zillenials?

Anyway if you’re my friend and you chanced upon my blog.. please let me know hehe just curious who this will reach.

I used to blog in primary school, and those days I learnt coding without knowing it. We could add widgets to our blog, customize our blog skins, and even add like a welcome banner. We could do annoying pop up messages that you had to keep clicking away limitlessly LOL. Fun times. I wonder if you could still do that now. I’ll try one day.

Now, I’m blogging as a 29yo woman, almost 20 years from when I started blogging, and 10 years since I stopped. I am married with no kids, in a quarter life crisis, body image issues, and writing this with a glass of Chardonnay ~

Stay tuned friends ~