Picking up the pieces

Changing muffler. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I am now starting to accomplish things that I’ve put in the backburner for so long. I’ve changed the 15-year-old muffler with a new one and had the diesel engine calibrated. No more smoke belching. I will soon have some things fixed like autodoor locks and alarm and then new body repair and paint (my 🤷🏻‍♀️ brother stuck stickers on it that I couldn’t get rid of). The guy who worked on my engine said my car’s longevity is good, it’s one of the most fuel efficient cars out there, therefore, don’t let go of it.

I have a long pipeline of leads to work on.

I’m gonna schedule my cats’ surgeries soon after bloodwork.

I’m soon gonna have my osteoma removed. Just need to file medical leave. Then to chiropractor for back pain.

I will be buying myself later this week a folding bike that I can take with me on trips. I sold his mountain bike and deposited the proceeds to his account. One glaring thing that reminds me of him everyday will soon be gone. Some more to go. I just don’t know how to send it back to him.

I bought myself a bird of paradise plant from Mt. Makiling in my hometown. I will be picking up gardening again as vegetable prices have shot up. Hopefully they will be ready for harvest during the hot dry summer months.

I need to keep busy. Need to be tired. Need to be blank by night. Sleep still eludes me.

Pull your shit together

My work from home setup. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Bought myself a new 24″ monitor (a Lenovo for PHP 6,800), the one he was thinking of purchasing a few weeks ago. Prices online and in Greenhills aren’t that different so I opted to go to Greenhills instead of twiddling my thumbs for a week waiting for my Lazada purchase. I have a low EQ so I braved COVID and the crowd. I pulled out an old extra 20″ Dell monitor to have dual screens so I can be more productive.

Gotta pull my shit together. Be more productive and just work my ass off.

My personal life is crap right now but that doesn’t give me the license to mess up in my professional life. Besides, how do journalists even have personal lives anyway? I used to live this way: news, news, news, and chasing more news. I ate and breathed news. Maybe I should get back to that life; at least it loves me back.

Oo, nasa ampalaya stage na ako.