In 2021, we'll slowly pick up the pieces

If there's one more thing I should have done in 2020, it's checking out a nice set of wine glasses from Shopee.

Strawberry Farm Benguet, March 2020

There's nothing more to be said about 2020. The devastation of the pandemic has made everyone vulnerable in all life aspects. The year when I said I'd finally say yes to brand new adventures without hesitation became the year of brand new routines and accidental isolation. The year when I said I'd live life to the fullest became the year of trying to get through the day, every day. It became all about the new normal, clinging on to divine faith, and working a bit harder for survival. 

I'm done writing about my fears. I've already acknowledged how I felt this year. I want this year-end post to sound grateful and unresentful. Because despite the many things that caused me fear and confusion, there are also many things that caused me courage and understanding. 

Creating memories is something I'm good at. May it be good or bad, there is always, always something I remember a person with. This year taught me that memories are always good, and even if something unacceptable happens, I should always choose to remember the good things. I would never know until when I'm gonna have the chance to make remarkable memories with the people that matter to me, thus every moment should count. Besides, there's always something good to remember.

The Digital Team, February 2020

Dekada '70 + Baguio Adventure, March 2020
#NoGoals2020 went irrelevant not because the chances of accomplishing bigger goals were slim, but because my own law of survival requires achieving anything that would make me feel good about myself. I didn't go too hard on myself though, I just did the usual things I might have done had this solitary confinement didn't happen. I started and kept up with my bullet journal the entire year. I've finally released The Shape of My Heart in February under Lifebooks, a story I've worked on a few years ago. I got into Mr. Ricky Lee's scriptwriting workshop in April, and established a book club with my two other friends in May, though still half-baked. Another two friends visit the house every Sunday since June and we'd read the gospel and do bible sharing. I also low-key started a Youtube channel in August, which I think everybody else has done out of boredom and lack of better things to do. I self-studied Hangul and now I can read Korean characters albeit slow and incomprehensively. 

The Shape of My Heart book release, February 2020

Ricky Lee's online scriptwriting workshop, April 2020

Last year I wanted so bad to delete my social media apps, for they steal a lot of my time, and make me feel crap when I shouldn't. Come 2020 and now I couldn't imagine what would have happened to me without Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Sure, they kept me from posting positivity and encouragement. They didn't allow me to share thoughts that contradict the greater netizens (unless I want to be bombarded with rude comments). They kept me informed of the important things, at least. They brought me closer to my friends. They even allowed me to explore new discoveries. 

Jung Yong Hwa Online Fan Meet on vLive, June 2020

Working nine-to-five at the comfort of your home sounds like a real deal - but I guess it doesn't agree with me. There, I said it. While I'd be eternally grateful to still be able to keep my job during this mayhem, I am tired most of the time. It's different when you're a freelancer and a project requires you to work on it through a specified deadline, versus the work that requires you to sit in front of your laptop the entire workday. It imposes the need to work more than necessary just to prove productivity. And trying to work and be productive while the world is in the middle of an ongoing crisis is quite exhausting. It drains out every ounce of motivation in me. It leaves me too spent. 

Deliveries from the Minas, September 2020

Host, After Breakup NBS + Philippine Readers and Writers Festival Online Event, October 2020

This year also proved that when all else fails, people turn to art. Although, with or without the pandemic, I know I'd still read books and watch Kdramas. This year I finished reading 15 books, watched 13 Kdramas, and a Jdrama. Oh, and yes, I became an accidental Kpop fan this year. Not just an ordinary stan, but a fangirl with CDs from Korea and an official lightstick. Jung Yong Hwa and Oh Sehun made the days more bearable, especially at times when work from home set-up became too stressful and tiring. And they even mde me start working on a new writing project - a fanfic that the more I work on, the more I want it to become a "real thing" if you know what I mean. 

hohoho, say hello to my Kpop shrine!

Love Lasts Forever (Jdrama) and Her Private Life were not on the picture

2020. It was tough, but God did not just allow me to make it until today. He blessed me with good health, a stable financial resource, a home, true friends, and the opportunity to do what I love the most. Who knows, 2021 might be tougher, but at least I can welcome it with a more accepting mind and a stronger heart. 

RE-CODE launch, November 2020

Bible Sharing Titas, December 2020

So in 2021, I'll slowly try to take back the little things I have lost during the 2020 battle. Let's try to be creative again. Let's try to be motivated again, and make more things happen despite being tamed in our homes. After all, we've proven to have the capability to still be able to function well. Let's stop settling for half-baked outcomes, and work on things from start to finish. Let's not set any goals still, but work on things according to what makes us happy and stress-free. Let's just make it seem like we're doing everything for fun, but with extra effort. Besides, all the fun begins when challenges start to happen (but then, that's just me!) 

Christmas eve, 2020
Let's also buy a nice set of wine glasses. 

Cheers to hopefully a better year ahead of us. Stay weird.