Eight and Twenty

Turned 28 years old last week, woo-hoo! Exciting, but had to endure the teasing that came from my family: “Tanda mo na!” “Magpakasal ka na!” “Grabe Dang…”

Oh shush! Anyhoo…

I’m so grateful for the things that have come my way, for amazing friendships, opportunities that come knocking twice (exhibit!), a-ha moments in self-discovery, fun trips and adventures ahead, love that continues to grow and mature, and the gift of laughter. Sometimes I am such a serious girl, I’m glad can just let loose from time to time.

And hey, I curled my hair! I really wanted to color it red or something far from dark brown…but I guess I wasn’t ready for it yet. What I like most about my curly/magulo hair is that I don’t need to brush it! It’s supposed to be big and magulo. Hooray!

And now, words from the wise, my favorite poet Rumi. Here’s a gift to fellow artists!

We must become ignorant
Of all we’ve been taught,
And be, instead, bewildered.

Run from what’s profitable and comfortable
If you drink those liqueurs, you’ll spill
The spring waters of your real life.

Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.

I have tried prudent planning
Long enough, from now
On, I’ll live mad.