The Confidante

I radiate a vibe that makes people pour out their hearts to me.  I know that for a fact because people talk to me and say "Can you keep this between us?  Thank you for listening." Or something like that.

I appreciate being trusted.  Being thought of as someone who can keep a secret.  Or someone who can give good advise or just talk it through and not judge.

But you see - I live their problems.  I worry for them.  I want to be part of the solution to their problems.  My life is so complicated ...

Change

Change is inevitable if you want to get better at anything.  It is hard to embrace change when you get to my age.  Habits are so deeply ingrained in my system.  Changing is like jumping off a cliff, seeing your destination below, but unsure of how or where you will land.

To jump or not to jump?

Sick Bed Thoughts

My humidifier is doing wonders.

Why don't I find Facebook updates when I am waiting for them?

HGTV rocks!

I saved enough recipes to try for a lifetime.

How am I craving for ice cream when I am sick?

TD

It doesn't take much to remind me of how it used to be.  I clean my children's rooms and find things, trinkets, notes that remind me how I so miss them.   Today, I found Monica's teddy bear stashed in her magazine bin.  "TD" we call him (our private and funny reference to how our Bisaya friends say "teddy").  I gave her TD on my first year here in the US.  TD used to be her "bed mate".  She props him up in the middle of the bed after she makes her bed. Now faded, a little limp, and his smile barely visible, he looks old and needs a little sprucing up.

I know you outgrow things and move on as you mature.  Like your Barbie dolls, your teen magazines,  your tacky Halloween costumes.  But TD?  It is weird that I feel sad for him.  Maybe it is just a reflection of how I THINK I am feeling myself?