About ten years ago, I met her. She was petite in stature, a little chubby for someone of her build, had round hazel brown eyes and a ton of freckles. She had a raspy voice, which she proudly compared to Mariah Carey’s, but I can’t remember hearing her sing even though we went to a karaoke bar for our first team building.
If you were her friend, she would have your back. She would fight your ex for you; even fight your ex’s side chick in public. She’s super biased. She chooses her friends even if you were the asshole. I guess that partly made her so fun to be with. She started this whole thing where we would meet up at least once every year for dinner and catch up with each other. She was kind of the social butterfly of the group, always had some place to recommend, so we always left the planning to her. We trusted her so much, but she ended up becoming a lesson for all of us.
Since I was back in town for a short while, I asked everyone who was available out for dinner. And well, we couldn’t really help talking about her. We were confused why she did what she did. One of our friends who didn’t even know what was happening asked if we hated her. Surprisingly enough, we can’t even bring ourselves to hate her. We were hurt, getting betrayed over something so petty, getting lied to, but what we felt towards her was more of a disappointment than hatred. We wanted to understand why things had to end the way they did.
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Jack of all trades, master of none. I was kinda sad that I could never find one thing that I am, or at least considered myself to be, good at. I always thought that to be someone, you have to be good at one thing. Then I finally accepted the fact that I’m just not good at just one thing, and that there’s nothing wrong with knowing a lot. It’s just a matter of acceptance.
A multipotentialite is a person who has many different interests and creative pursuits in life.
Multipotentialites have no “one true calling” the way specialists do. Being a multipotentialite is our destiny. We have many paths and we pursue all of them, either sequentially or simultaneously (or both).
Multipotentialites thrive on learning, exploring, and mastering new skills. We are excellent at bringing disparate ideas together in creative ways. This makes us incredible innovators and problem solvers.
When it comes to new interests that emerge, our insatiable curiosity leads us to absorb everything we can get our hands on. As a result, we pick up new skills fast and tend to be a wealth of information.
— Emilie Wapnick, Terminology, Puttylike
Well, whaddya know. Ninety days have passed, and it’s time to look back and see how it was spent. I’m kind of slow, procrastinate a lot and tend to forget things. That’s why I decided to create new habits and routines.
January 2018 habits
- I started bullet journaling. I used to have a to-do list, but I’m such a lazy ass that I’d just stop writing my to-do list after a few days. I write down everything that I have to do, future plans, events, and even shopping lists.
- I finally got back into reading—and actually finished a book. If you love to read, you’d eventually get to a point where you would say that you don’t have enough time with everything that’s going on. A reading plateau, and it is quite difficult to get over.
A week after our New Year’s Eve trip to Dubai, the husband and I felt like going somewhere again. We were looking for attractions, tourist spots, dinners, cruises, etc., but even if it was for our second anniversary date, we just felt like going big wasn’t really our thing. I mean, there are still plenty of places you can go to without breaking the bank.
The day before the trip, one of our friends on Facebook posted pictures of the Dubai Miracle Garden. I scrolled past the photos after liking the post, while he was on his laptop doing his usual stuff.
“Asa man ta ugma? Weekend na pud, hehe. (So where are we going tomorrow? It’s the weekend again, hehe.)” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.
“Hmmm, kato diay’ng buwak-buwak? Mura’g nindot man to didto. (Hmmm, what about that flower-flower (flower garden 😂)? It looked nice.)”
I scrolled back up and showed him our friend’s post. “Kani? (This?)”
“Oooo, kana. (Yeees, that.)”
About a week before our wedding anniversary, I commented on how fast time flew, that I couldn’t believe that we have been married for almost 2 years now. He had this look on his face, as if I just said something that he couldn’t understand.
“Duha ka tuig na diay? Sure oi, mura ma’g bag-o ra ta naminyo. (It’s been two years already? Are you sure? Didn’t we just get married?)” He said.
I stifled a laugh, because we were in a car on the way to Dubai for New Year’s Eve, and there were three other people with us. I asked him what he could’ve been thinking based on how he looked.
“Are you thinking that it really can’t be that long yet?”
He nodded. Well, he really did look confused at the time. So I gave him a refresher.
“We met at the office on February of 2015, right?”
“We first got married January of 2016, right? In Doha?”
He nodded. “But we got married again just last vacation.” He piped in.
“Which was on June 2016.” I added. “It’s 2018, January 2018. It’s been almost two years.”
“Kapaspas. (That was quick.)” 😵