Lately I have been running out of ideas on what to write. However something in me is certain that I should continue to do so… write. I don’t know where I’m going with my writing as my dream of having a blog happened atleast 20 years too late. But it happened and here it is and something in me says I should continue. Perhaps one day I can print my memoires into a biography or simply a diary of a girl lost in her own dreams of a better world. In the past I felt a thrive to share so much of what’s going on in my life and the world… For some reason though lately my brain has been foggy and my emotions tepid. People have pointed out that I talk less, express less when honestly most of the times I am simply dreaming of another world, another life somewhere where I have more substance. Has this serenity come with age? I think so… so in order to come back to reality and engage more with life I practice being present. I practice romanticizing the little things in life… my morning cup of coffee… my exercise routine… my family… especially my family. I try to spend more time with my family especially my children who are growing up too fast for me that I feel I can’t keep up. I cherish the moments I’m with my children while secretly I’m melancholic as I know these moments shall not last forever. One day my children will go on on their own paths and form their own families and have their own lives to comit to. I pray that they will still have some room for me. A thought that makes me so glad is imagining my children having children and me being a grandparent. Oh how loved that blessed grandchild will be. I imagine my grand children mischievously running around my house when my children come to visit as I scoop them up in a tight hug in my arms. I hope that day comes and that my children are happy and loved in their own new families.

Here it is my July entry… just a little bit of what’s been rambling about in my head. Not much more to say except to hope for another day of good health, peaceful days and love.