Pocket Full of Sunshine

For my first ever post, my attempt is to be as truthful but optimistic. After all, I don't want to be reading this months later and think: Man, am I really that negative?haha

Contrary to how I thought it'd be, 2012 has been quite a darling to me (in the strangest ways). Either you charge it to 25 years of experience that my brain have mastered the art of coping with stress OR it has finally thought of doing things differently, i.e. looking at the bright side. For the first time, I feel positive that my NY resolutions might actually come true... in 12 months. I feel like possibilities are endless. And I intend to push the limits as much as I can (Naks, hello brand new me.). I think generally, I care more, I do more, I think more, I pray more and I believe more; which I feel are just about the ingredients you'll need to ensure that you're still breathing 14 days into the new year.

Today though, I had the biggest sucker punch so far. Again, it's only been 14 days since all the fireworks hoopla. And though for a good hour I was really tossing and turning with a mixture of disappointment and what-the-hell-should-I-do-now, (this is happening during My Binondo Girl, so needless to say, I didn't enjoy Andy Wu as much as I would. #maisingitlangangkalandian haha), I ended up finding a way on how to get over it. It won't be easy and definitely inconvenient. I might have to tighten the belt a little, but I know it will be worth it. And the best part is, at the end of the day, I know that it's all mine. I won't owe anyone any debt of gratitude, not that it's a bad thing. With that, I declare that this 2012, I will be Little Miss Independent. =)

Prior to writing this post, I had mental notes of what I would like to write. But now, thinking about it, I don't think doing that would do this post any justice. A wise man once told me that in order to get what you feel like you deserve, you have to first prove yourself and build a wealth of experience - that you have to pay your dues. And that doesn't involve flexing a few muscles and maybe sending a handful of emails or manna from Heaven descending on your lap. It involves blood, sweat, tears, a gazillion of swear words, possibly retail therapy that you'll regret as soon as your credit card bill arrives and more... So to that, I say bring it on world!!!!