My weekend was action-packed. It didn’t start that way, but by early Saturday afternoon it certainly was run-run-running.
Today alone involved outings to 10 different shops, 2 restaurants, 1 cafe, and 3 MRT stations. It involved a lot of walking (my ankle is sore again). It also involved several friends — some who know each other, some who don’t, but all provided me with particularly insightful conversations… including:
- why our 20s felt so easy but in retrospect were so effing difficult
- why it’s important to keep a clean kitchen
- how working in the F&B industry teaches important life lessons
- how fortunate we are to have lives where all needs are taken care of, and then some — and how bothersome it is when others don’t acknowledge recognize their own fortune/privilege
- why society is surprised when an Asian speaks fluent French, and why this is problematic
- how parents raise children to either live their adult lives or for parents to live their children’s lives, and why (if?) this matters
- why inching towards 40 is scary
- how relationships are flipping hard work, and the insane effort that goes into staying with the same person for years and years, even when (if?) you’re not happy
It was a busy weekend.
But…
I am happiest when my days are full. I am happiest when my social calendar is chocka to the brim. I am happiest when I can have both cerebral and emotive conversations with trusted friends — with lots of laughs and smiles thrown in, too — even when we are talking about the “notsogoodstuff” happening in our lives.
^^ that’s today’s truth ^^
🙂
This week is my birthday week. It’s looking to be a full week.
(So is the week after. This is all good.)
