Does life happens at 40?

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These past few days I've been pressured to be and have everything at once. I feel like time is tricking me to rush because people are doing a lot these days, and all I do is work from 1 AM to 10 AM for 5 days, then attend my classes when I have the energy to stay awake until 3PM. I sometimes feel like I'm not putting more effort into my studies. ( Hello, Imposter Syndrome!) And since I live alone, I have tons and tons of chores to do. I really need to manage my time and plan my day to fit all the doable chores. 

It may sound like I am making my life complicated when it shouldn't be, to begin with. Whenever my mind goes in that direction, to the "you're running out of time" direction, I always remind myself that everything that I want will happen when it's the right time. 

One of the living proofs I have to justify my point is my Tita. It took her time to buy a house and live comfortably. Well, let's not forget my Papa, after 2 decades of working and finding himself, he's about to go back to college to get a degree under EETEAP! I'm over the moon when I heard this. My papa deserves a good life despite what happened in the past, he deserves this progress. 

And I shouldn't discredit my progress this year too. I always feel emotional whenever I think about the things I did this year. I went back to college and got promoted. I am grateful. Yes to #smallwins.

Does life happen at 40? Hmm. I believe it happens when it is bound to happen. It may take time. There might be a lot of freaking detours and major setbacks, but you'll get there. You'll have your end game. 

So, in conclusion, pressure is good when applied moderately. Enjoy life and be present. Life is fleeting and you might miss the important lessons life wants you to learn. 

Kapit lang. You'll get there. ( This is also a reminder for me to chill and breathe.)

With love forever,

E. 

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