To be continued.
The majority of my written pieces in my journal ends with those three words. It’s pretty much self-explanatory. Life will always continue. I haven’t reread nor updated my journal in quite a long time. I’ve been terribly busy with work, side-line hangouts,the boyfriend, coordinating family parties, and hosting gigs. It’s a shame that I haven’t had time to record my journey. So much has happened, I can only write so much before my hand wears out. When my dad arrived, I felt a heavy hit on plans and everything changed course. Our family house is an hour away drive from the city where I always do my part. Being consistently conscience about “family over work” slammed me to the ground. So I decided to take a break. I stayed in the family house with everyone else for days straight only returning to the city once a week. Even when I returned to the city, time was only spent on running errands with/for my father. He left a few days ago, and now I’m back on track. However, my irresponsible self has forgotten my journal in the family house and as far as I know, we won’t be returning anytime soon. I suppose I’ll just continue my writings here. Not that I haven’t before, but lately I’ve been selfish with my thoughts that I don’t bother to blog anymore. That will change. — Soon enough the blogging will decrease again, I’ll be taking physical therapy at DMC (Dipolog Medical College) and most definitely all my time will be invested in that course. Spare me, it’s a life goal and mission to be the first to ACTUALLY reach college between my siblings and I..
Mission accomplished. Although it doesn’t end here, so therefore.. To be continued.
