The adventures — the parties, travels, dinner dates, reunions, concert dates, birthdays — happen throughout the year and we mark them on our calendars like we live looking forward to such major events. But what about the daily routines? The trip to the groceries, picking out the bread, the coffee rituals in the mornings, the trips to the doctors and the lab, the church, the mundane stuff we do everyday?
On a daily basis, I try to find a balance — praying a good hour in solitude , for others, and expressing my gratitude for many everyday blessings. Often, I grind, brew my own coffee and in my book, it’s my first luxury of the day that truly makes me happy. On alternate days I go and hang out on dates with my fun apos (grandchildren) and dear friends. The dynamics differ yet each gives me joy and satisfaction. You can’t ignore the fun, laughter and banter exchanged with my lifetime friends — the friends who know me inside and out. No pretensions. No holds barred. All boundaries crossed! Yet I find them most respectful of my private space and least bothered by my forgettable past and future plans. In our books, only US matter. As an Abuela to my elves, the bonding moments are precious. Just an hour over coffee or wine, and we’re cool. Happy hours every time. I reserve a day to devote to “compassion” like visiting, praying for a sick friend or relative, doing a good and surprise deed to someone who least expects it, and just simply remembering to be kind throughout the day. My theory is practicing to be kind can develop into a habit and later comprise one’s character. I admit I’m one straightforward person and holding my tongue is a skill to be acquired. I’m not exactly unkind but for the longest time, I preferred being honest than kind. At my age now, I’ve found ways of being kind without having to be dishonest. Another skill. The secret? Staying QUIET. And walking away. Not every thing requires a reaction. That I’ve learned in my late age. And the grudges? Easier to forgive as I still need to forget. But I’m getting there. 🙏
lifeisacelebration 
Indeed, we often just put into black and white the out-of-ordinary activities we do. We tag those moments as something ordinary and do not necessitate recognition. And by doing so, we miss out on simple joys from just living our lives. We miss out on precious moments that we can recall every now and then with loved ones, tide us over dark times, or just simply celebrate when we want to smile.
Hope you’re well, Tita Lili.
Hana
Hana! What a pleasant surprise to hear from you. Hope all’s well with you too. Hugs!