It’s been a long time since I sealed things. And today, I sealed some with a blower. I also had a weird dream. Dreams. I’m sharing that later. And probably a lot more.
I don’t know how to describe this week, but I’m pretty sure it was really positive, because I started writing off a new version of my story and my MS, so far, has been taking me to wild places. I don’t want to keep my hopes up, though. The last time I did that, I woke up every morning with doubt to see whether this stupid, silly thing is going to make it. I just received my third rejection letter, and the thing that stings, is that I sent them the not-so-ready, not-so-perfect MS. I think I was rushing for nothing.
So, I’m taking my time.
This week revealed possible changes for us this new season. My dad’s happy. He’s actually thrilled. However, we’ll have a lot of adjustments. The first two years of my dad in the ministry was just as a small thing compared to what’s going to come. But I don’t have any regrets. We give our best to God, and my Dad (and mom) is the best. In my opinion.
Which is why I need to work my ass off. I could not stay broke just because I keep swimming in my daydreams from day to day. I need to earn money. Lots of them. Time to hustle, girl. I’ll be taking charge of the house, so I need to be responsible not just for myself, not just for my dreams, but for the welfare of the rest of the family.
Here is where becoming an adult begins.
Related to my dad’s (potentially) new adventure, here’s a dream I had this afternoon:
Stranger Dreams 41:
High school out in bleachers. Gala uniform. Dad sleeps comfortably in the mezzanine, on a bed precariously tilted.
— Caris Cruz (@hellocaris) May 21, 2017
Meanwhile, in Northville 9
Today was Iba O’este’s town fiesta, so we were greeted with a marching band. There weren’t a lot of kids, but we sure had fun singing “All About You” although I regretted not teaching them a few actions. In today’s activity, Trixie and her brothers dropped by to join us for art. Jerome and John told me that the Flores kids’ mom is pregnant and that means another P10k for them, for she sells her babies.
There’s a lot more haunting and saddening stories in this side of the world, but the kids are what keeps me hopeful.
We didn’t drop by Nanay Buko (of course, I didn’t know her name after so many times of dropping by her fruit stand that she actually remembered my face) but we did dropped by McDonald’s.And lined up in the queue of my favorite, smiling and accommodating crew, whose name I must remember. Come to think of it, our morning journeys led us to meeting a lot of people and letting our lives be touched by them as we touch theirs. And this journey is nearly ending so we can start on a new page, but let me relish the last of it, for it will never come back.