The Night I Stopped Dreaming

It has been our Saturday morning routine- we would open our eyes, not to get out of bed, but have our morning talk. In a marriage that’s so young, as the years add up, we won’t run out of stories to tell.

That particular morning, I turned to him, finally admitting in a whisper, “I stopped dreaming.”

My past has gifted me moments of pain and sacrifice... hurt after hurt... even before I healed. So I would close my eyes each night, not to go to sleep... but to paint dreams. They were vivid... clear. Pixel by pixel, I created my tomorrow to be better.

In the daytime, I’d count the hours, anticipating every nightfall. So I could again escape to a happier place I’d sketch in my canvas.

Until the night I stopped dreaming.

Has my well of dreams gone dry?




That morning, it occured to me...

The night I stopped dreaming, was the night we started thanking.

With him, the daybreak had come.

6 Things That Make Me Happy!

The Baffled Blogger tagged me to list 6 unimportant things that make me happy. I'm thinking random, unimportant, little simple things that make my day. I'm thinking of finishing it in less (way less than 6 minutes).

1. haagen dazs coffee ice cream


2. duck down pillows and duvets


3. dolce & gabbana light blue


4. cheese (yes, even without the wine)


5. browsing archived photos


6. a new dish and/or a new dining experience
   
   

Because I wanted to finish it in less than 6 minutes, please let me tag YOU!

Yes YOU! In case your following/lurking/stalking and you happen to drop by my online thought bucket with 6 things in mind that make you happy, please grab the tag, post your 6 things then leave me a note. I would love to go check out your blog too!

I was such in hurry I forgot to post the tag. Ha! Here ya go:

Hello Acne!

I can trace a constellation on my face!
Grrr...
I think it's silly that in all 28 years of my life, it is now that I started having breakouts.
Shouldn't these have sprouted when I was pubescent or something?
Or when I barely got enough sleep in college?
Or during the days when pollution showered my public commute?
I know... I know.... adult acne...
I can do away with no make-up then.
Now I'm investing on good concealers.
I've been silently sour.
Because once I blog it aloud, I'm admitting it must be true.
Now here goes the rambles.
Cuz seriously...
In a couple of years from now, I'd be thirty you know?
So why now?
Sigh...

rain check

saturday.
the husband left to work overtime.
did he just bail on me?
coz it. sucks.

i thought yesterday's new pair of shoes would pass as bribe.
well it just. does. not.

on second thought, he owes me big time today... i'm charging by the hour.
so a few more pairs shouldn't hurt now, should it (evil smirk)?
revenge is lovely when you take it on shoes (grins ear to ear in satisfaction)!

Two Week Old Blogger

It has been two weeks.
As I follow the many thoughts, rants, raves...
blogging is now becoming part
of the inertia that is my life.

The best thing for me I guess,
In phrases sometimes so few...
I get to discover a world unfold
in someone else's shoes.