Posted in Anything Under the Sun

Why Aren’t You Married Yet?

A friend told me a joke intended for people who always ask “why are you still single?” or “why don’t you have kids yet?

She said, “When they ask you that, ask them in return; “Why are you not dead yet? You’re old now.” I laughed when I heard that; but really? Why is it always a big deal when you’re 30+ and you’re still single? Or when you’ve been married for more than 3 or 5 years and you don’t have kids yet?

Within this last month of my stay here in the Philippines, I can’t remember anymore the number of times I’ve been asked, “Why are you not married yet?” or been told, “You should get married soon.”

I get it. Life is all about getting married and having kids. Is it?

The more I hear people say, “You should get married soon,” my stubbornness tells me I should prove to them that life can be happy and fulfilling even if I’m still single. I don’t mean I don’t want to get married. I think I still do (haha…actually, now I’m not sure if I should); but what I want to show people is that whether I get married or not, it doesn’t define who I am; it doesn’t define ME as an individual. I am what I am whether I get married or decide to remain single. It doesn’t make me a lesser being just because I’m not married.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 says there’s a time for everything:

1  There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2  a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3  a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
4  a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5  a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6  a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7  a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8  a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Believe me! I’ve been there when I struggled why I’m not married yet because since I was a teenager I’ve always wanted to get married when I turn 28. However, before I turned 28, God helped me realize that whether I get married or remain single, my main purpose in life is to love, honor, and serve Him in everything I do. Having or not having a husband (and kids) shouldn’t change that.

That’s why when people ask me now why I’m not married yet, I just tell them, “The right time hasn’t come yet. I’ll get married when the right time (and the right person) comes. Now, I’m enjoying my single life. There’s no need to hurry or I don’t see the need to compete with my friends who are now married and have kids!

Life is a choice! And I’m happy with mine. Be happy with yours! 😊

Moral of the story: Life is not a competition, it’s an adventure. Don’t compare yourself with others. Don’t define yourself based on what you have or what you don’t have. Enjoy your present “state.” It comes only ONCE! 😉

Posted in Fun with Colors

Colors and Shapes

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When I did this drawing, my initial plan was to use crayons ONLY to draw something out of different shapes. I didn’t like the outcome, to be honest, but it’s not too bad, is it? 😉

They say, “Practice makes perfect.” Obviously, I need more practice. 😊

And I will! 💪💪💪

I’m glad I found a coloring club that can hopefully motivate me to do more coloring from now on.

Visit this site if you’re interested in joining a coloring club: https://lindaghill.com/2018/07/01/the-escapist-coloring-club-prompt-july-1-2018

Happy coloring! 😊

Posted in Anything Under the Sun

Something Ironic

I believe I have “basophobia” or fear of falling (FOF). Imagining myself walking on glass bridges or being on high places scares me to death. I can’t even stand seeing others do it. It gives me a sort of “tingling” feeling I can’t explain.

Once I challenged myself to walk on a glass bridge with my friends. They enjoyed it. They took selfies while lying on the glass floor. My knees shook like crazy. I ended up crying out of fear. What a shame!!!

However, I enjoy flying. It seems ironic, don’t you think? When I’m up in the sky, I like looking out of the window and imagining myself flying or hopping from one cloud to another (if it was possible that I would not die in the process). I also enjoy just watching the clouds. They’re like cotton candies. I enjoy seeing their varied shapes and sizes. I like taking photos of them. When I’m up there, my fear of falling seems gone (or perhaps I’m too entertained to feel my fear). Whatever it is, I think it’s a good thing.

What about you? What is seemingly “good irony” about you? I’d love to hear your stories, too. 😊