Ah yes, the 1990s. I was there in the thick of it. The music, the clothes, the gadgets or the lack thereof. It was fun. We didn’t need much back then. We had more patience (imagine waiting up for friends at the designated meeting place without cellphones) and were more resourceful.

It was a simpler time but it was also a difficult time as I was wrapped up in so much insecurity.

As I told one of my bffs, I loved my life before but I won’t go back to my teenage years and my 20s. I was a mess then. I love what I have become now as I have come into my own person, beginning when I reached 43 years old. I have mellowed and I learned to love myself.

My friends and I are going to our high school homecoming tomorrow for nostalgia and to see people. But no, we won’t relive what is all in the past.

I finally was able to write my third story for the week yesterday and it was such a relief to have all those interviews out of the way. I still have two more interviews to make into articles and some more interviews in the pipeline, hopefully, these would be scheduled in January. I hate scrounging for stories after the Christmas holidays.

It’s surprising to be ok working until the 19th. Last year I couldn’t wait to be off by the 11th because I was so stressed and exhausted. Dealing with reporters and their productivity issues day in and day out has sucked the life out of me.

This time, I’m just responsible only for myself and that has made a tremendous difference. Because of that, I’m not so ragged by the end of the year.

I just don’t know how long this relative calm will last though.