Prelude

...almost but not exactly.

after a long hiatus from blogging, i get my browser to blogger and my fingers typing. i realize that this is indeed something i have missed. and only the timeline gives away the fact that this signals another chapter of sorts.

but i'd like to think of this entry as a prelude, an introduction, a beginning maybe, to all the things that i have put off doing for so long - and not so long - , this being one.

i've put off doing alot of things over the past years, tracking back from way back high school. i'm just glad that karen hasn't come knocking at my door asking for her copy of my Izara story yet, glad as well that my teeth aren't worse case scenario. i am regretting however that my crafts-to-do box is still full, and that i haven't touched anything crafty for about counting to more than a year. adding the drafts saved but unpublished makes no relieving feeling.

the thing about putting things off, is that you never get to do them. never say never, you say? apparently that is not the case here. you see, when you put things off, supposedly for a while, the assumption is that you'll get more free time later. wrong! the truth is, when you do get that parcel of free time, you don't get to do [thing you've put off], you either: forget, slack off, or return to square one (the part where you put it off all over again) with or without your knowing of course. then something else comes along, and you have better things to do.

i guess that comes with age as well, and over the years, this has happened to me more than my fingers and toes can all count. regret. that is what it ends up spelled out as.

but then again, regret is exactly how i feel about the things i didn't get to do. as i've recently come to realize, there is so much more that i want to do, that i want to be involved in, if only i wasn't so laid back or to comfortable with my time or disposition.

that's past regret. i once said that i wouldn't turn down the opportunities that come my way, and on my count minus a few, i've stayed true to that. here i am tied down till December in a place that's too comfortable to leave, too close for the once known comfort, and too pinned down for someone like me to grow - on my own.

because there is so much more... i want to be on radio - broadcasting with a comerical FM station, i want to sing, i want to be involved in RockEd, i want to take trips around the country for work. and there it is right in front of my face, a crumpled up twenty peso bill. i'm gonna need alot of money.

but these are also the times when i wished i had been involved with more things than myself, projects, working with people, actually getting up and running after the chances, instead of taking the chance to wait. it spells regret all over again.

but this isn't about regret. its about moving from this. moving from just a start.

and then there's the things that i should and might as well start moving my butt to. count in exercise - a sport maybe (although its something i've given up since tennis) - , and cooking more than just the special meals. after all, i've always wanted to cook ala iron chef even just for pretend.

self-inspirational and motivating, hopefully enough to give me a head start, this be a prelude to the the things that i've loved doing, the things that i haven't done, and the things that i should start doing. because there are more things to life than what i've gotten used to.

Prelude

...almost but not exactly.

after a long hiatus from blogging, i get my browser to blogger and my fingers typing. i realize that this is indeed something i have missed. and only the timeline gives away the fact that this signals another chapter of sorts.

but i'd like to think of this entry as a prelude, an introduction, a beginning maybe, to all the things that i have put off doing for so long - and not so long - , this being one.

i've put off doing alot of things over the past years, tracking back from way back high school. i'm just glad that karen hasn't come knocking at my door asking for her copy of my Izara story yet, glad as well that my teeth aren't worse case scenario. i am regretting however that my crafts-to-do box is still full, and that i haven't touched anything crafty for about counting to more than a year. adding the drafts saved but unpublished makes no relieving feeling.

the thing about putting things off, is that you never get to do them. never say never, you say? apparently that is not the case here. you see, when you put things off, supposedly for a while, the assumption is that you'll get more free time later. wrong! the truth is, when you do get that parcel of free time, you don't get to do [thing you've put off], you either: forget, slack off, or return to square one (the part where you put it off all over again) with or without your knowing of course. then something else comes along, and you have better things to do.

i guess that comes with age as well, and over the years, this has happened to me more than my fingers and toes can all count. regret. that is what it ends up spelled out as.

but then again, regret is exactly how i feel about the things i didn't get to do. as i've recently come to realize, there is so much more that i want to do, that i want to be involved in, if only i wasn't so laid back or to comfortable with my time or disposition.

that's past regret. i once said that i wouldn't turn down the opportunities that come my way, and on my count minus a few, i've stayed true to that. here i am tied down till December in a place that's too comfortable to leave, too close for the once known comfort, and too pinned down for someone like me to grow - on my own.

because there is so much more... i want to be on radio - broadcasting with a comerical FM station, i want to sing, i want to be involved in RockEd, i want to take trips around the country for work. and there it is right in front of my face, a crumpled up twenty peso bill. i'm gonna need alot of money.

but these are also the times when i wished i had been involved with more things than myself, projects, working with people, actually getting up and running after the chances, instead of taking the chance to wait. it spells regret all over again.

but this isn't about regret. its about moving from this. moving from just a start.

and then there's the things that i should and might as well start moving my butt to. count in exercise - a sport maybe (although its something i've given up since tennis) - , and cooking more than just the special meals. after all, i've always wanted to cook ala iron chef even just for pretend.

self-inspirational and motivating, hopefully enough to give me a head start, this be a prelude to the the things that i've loved doing, the things that i haven't done, and the things that i should start doing. because there are more things to life than what i've gotten used to.