My musings on a normal day

I woke up to the sound of my alarm at 5:30, just to turn my alarm off and continue my sleep. This is one of the rarest times I feel I'm not supposed to get up early because I'm busy. I can just sleep and do whatever I want all day. So as per usual, I get up at 11:30 am to the sound of my Mom's voice calling me for lunch. After eating, I have this habit of just walking around the house just for the pleasure of ... Walking. I then go and take a bath, for an hour because I have a lot of bathroom rituals which include performing as if I'm on a concert. After taking a bath is a very big problem. That's the moment for me to decide what will I be doing to ease my boredom for the day. What I usually do is to grab a book from my mini library and just read, but since I do this all the time, plus I don't have a new book to read, this is a pass. Do you know how it feels like to read the same story over and over again, well unless you really like it. So I move on to my next choice which is to watch a film or episodes from my favorite series. But if I don't have new DVDs, then it's just the same as reading the same story over again, so definitely I'll pass. This will lead me to my third option, turn on my netbook and surf the net, or probably play my dream life in Sims. These may kill a little of my time, but since I'm not allowed to use laptop for a long time, because of my eye problems, then I'd still have to think of other ways to kill my boredom. In the afternoon, my Mom and Dad have this habit of listening to radio dramas and since sometimes I find it amusing, I became a part of this corny afternoon delight as well. At 5 pm, my Dad will start preparing dinner (yes at 5 because we eat early dinner, always) and since I don't help with the household chores, then I just sit there, playing with my phones and wait. After dinner, I'll do my habit again of which you now know of. Then my Mom and I will start telling stories (Mother and daughter bonding session at 7pm). Time will pass and my Dad will finish watching his favorite Korean telenovela and will say that it's already my turn to watch TV. I'll go to the TV room, and wonder what to watch because I'm not into watching TV programs. They're soo predictable and our signal is not that good because we don't have cable installed due to my Mom's practicality and Dad's distaste of repeating shows over and over, which is always the case of cable channels.

With all these, what I'm really trying to say is that I completely live a life of a bummer. A life that I left 2 years ago. A life that I have always wanted to go back since I started working. The fact is, for the past 2 years I've been busy with school stuff. I devoted my weekdays to teaching and working on papers. You might be thinking now, what about my weekends? My weekends were not actually how a weekend is defined, in which I could recharge and take a complete rest. But during weekends, I devoted myself to studying for my Masters. I even studied during the summer. So you can imagine my dismay when I realized that I'm not actually doing anything with my life right now. I was a busy career woman and I liked it. I got used to always being occupied by whatever that I'm starting to hate the idea of being unoccupied at the moment. Somehow it doesn't feel right. I feel completely empty. Since I am unoccupied, I try to occupy others' space. I bother my friends by telling them about how I might go insane because of this kind of life, but my friends are my friends. They're different but they only say one thing. They tell me that I just have to wait because surely God has a right timing to give me what I want out of life. And then I thought of what and who I was, 2 years ago, before I became an occupied busy career woman. I was ... This. Whatever I'm doing now, this was my life. And my life blessing was an oportunity that I didn't expect. I remembered those moments when I waited for something great to happen to my life, having all those dramas of being unlucky and giving up because nothing great will ever happen to me. But on the most unexpected time, I was given an almost perfect life to live. I waited. It was granted. That time I realized that God doesn't really give up on us. He works miracles in ways we could never imagine. And in moments that we never expect.

So whenever I wake up to the sound of my alarm at 5:30 in the morning, I wake up to a new day full of hopes and dreams that I believe will one day be completely mine. :)