A good friend of mine who inspired me to start this blog many years back has managed to sustain his  passion for journal writing.  As I pore over his more than a decade body of work I have to admit that I was filled with envy.  Not the green eyed type, but more of a sigh and regret filled envy that maybe I should have followed his example so that I would have more or less a record of my journey in life and its curve balls.

So here I am, ten years later since my last posted musings, trying my hand to revive my rusty writing skills.

What has happened since 2011? Professionally, nothing much.  Personally, a ton.

For one, I thought I would only have two kids.  A boy and a girl.  Fourteen years after having my daughter, I gave birth at the age of 42.  Needless to say, a lot of people were shocked when it happened (though the fact that I AM married shouldn't have ruled out this possibility), the joy that the new baby brought to our lives was immense. 

Then came another curve ball.   I had a follow up baby eleven months later.  So here I am, a ripe age of 45 with two toddlers who call me MAM MAM trying to juggle four kids of varying age and temperament while coping with the demands of work amidst a pandemic.

Most days, my life is a blur of activities from sun-up to sundown, and since my bunso has decided that playtime is when all the lights are out, I have been sleep deprived for three years and running. I am holding on to life by a handful of vitamins and pure will discovering strengths and resilience I did not know I possess.  I have added creases to my face, more grey on my hair and muscles on my arms from carrying squealing babies left and right.

What has life taught me in the past ten years? Expect the unexpected, prepare for what God has planned and savor every moment in between.  After all,  this moment is already my past in the making.