Uncomfortable in my comfort zone

What’s happening? Seems my blogs became photoblogs now with all the photo memes I am joining everyday. Am I losing quality content? I just don’t know exactly what to write. Lately I felt I’ve been harassed from my comfort zone. The thing is, I don’t feel comfortable in what used to be my comfort zone. Seems I am doing something just because I need to not because I love to. With that, I cannot get my neurons work because it’s not what I wanted to do in the first place. I am not talking about my chores because Ace said it’s routinary so I should not complain about doing it*sigh*.

Speaking of my chores, today is laundry day (actually, everyday should be laundry day but I can’t manage to do it everyday). I am washing the batch I soaked last night when there’s something noisy in the gutter. KiawKiaw even looked up when he heard it.  I left the unfinished laundry and went in the house. How will I finish washing the clothes now? As much as I wanted to wash it today, I am  afraid. It might be a snake or something like the one KiawKiaw killed last month. I don’t know where the snake came from or how did it get in the back area of the house when there’s no entry point except if it will fell from the roof. That made me afraid of the things that might fell from the roof or the gutter.

Need to take a nap already. I am so sleepy because I hardly get enough sleep  due to my cough lately. After the nap, I wish to finish the laundry so that I can soak another batch after.

Happy Tuesday everybody!

My comfort: Ella

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This is my niece, Daniella Cassandra, who is fondly called Ella (after my mother’s nickname Ely). Ella is a source of joy to everybody since she was born. Since she is the first grandchild, Mamang and Daddy are so happy with her. A very adorable and witty child. She even initiates a conversation with strangers. She is one of my sources of comfort. One time, she saw me crying in my room and she said to me, “Tita, ok lang yan..” and hugged me. It’s so amazing that a little child (she was 2 years old then) tries to give me comfort. She even told her mom, who was awakened by the rolling thunders one night, “ok lang Mommy, wag ka matakot” (It’s ok Mom, don’t be afraid). These are only few of her comforting words, encouraging words to everybody whom she thinks needs it. More of Ella next time. :-)   

   

 

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