GottaLoveMom

Everyone has a dream, a mission, a goal. No matter what size your mission is, sometimes it seems impossible to complete the task. Is it possible that we aim too big that we forget that in order to get that far, we have to work on it one step at a time? If you want to write a book, you know that you have to start with page 1 before you can get to page 100. So set an attainable goal every week, and then go from there. If you want to lose weight, don’t focus on losing 20 pounds in a week. Set a goal to lose 1 pound a week, and then go from there. If you want to learn to play a musical piece, divide the task into multiple chunks, and then go from there. If you want to run a marathon, don’t run 26.2 miles on the first week of your training. Start with 1 mile, and then keep increasing until you are comfortable running 30 miles! So remember, in order to get to the finish line, you have to take one step at a time. Keep increasing your steps until you hit the finish...

Meet my parents. If there's anyone who has a tremendous fighting spirit, it would be my parents. My Dad, 79, had a quadruple heart bypass about 10 years ago and was diagnosed with stage 5 chronic kidney disease a couple of years ago. But he still pushes himself to live. My Mom, 68, with her true LOVE, continues to care for my Dad even though her own health needs attention. I'm not sure if I have it in me...maybe only time can tell. "We all live at the same speed of life - 365 days a year.  It's the choices we make that differentiates us from one another." Photo credit: taken with my Canon digi cam at Subic Pampanga in the Philippines. 

been in manila for almost 3 weeks... siesta has been my favorite past time, my summer tan from the jersey shore has faded, my straight hair has turned curly, and i've been eating plenty of rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it's september so it's typhoon season...it has been raining every day since i got here! but there's something about the philippines -- it's a super stress-free living! so i'm leaving in a few days, and i always have a list of what i need to accomplish before i fly back "home". and playing in the rain is one of them! so here i am... 12 years old again! splish-splashing on the rooftop, not even the dark cloud can stop me, from dancing in the rain! it's not how we weather the storm, it's how we have fun dancing in the rain! go try it...it will help you "make the invisible visible!" (my cousin Cat shared this wondeful quote!) ...

The sound of the water falling off the spout which lands on the pond that houses schools of fish in gold, silver, white, grey, orange and yellow provides calmness to the earsplitting sound of metals being welded, motorcycles passing by, birds chirping, dogs barking and people chatting. The heavy rain drops that manage to say hello every night remind me that this season is definitely the rainy season. It’s a different kind of noise that I know I’ll miss once I fly back home. Philippines is home away from home. It’s the one place on earth that I don’t mind traveling coach for 22 hours – (more or less). It is one place in this universe where my straight hair turns curly, my summer tan fades, my love for rice resurfaces, where I take siesta (afternoon naps) – and where I get to eat cooked white rice --  morning, noon and night. Philippines is the one place I know where people are always polite, cheerful, generous, thoughtful and unpretentious. No matter how tough or poor the cou...