The Sunday Currently vol. 15

Recapping the week

This week was full of small dramas. RFID glitches. Forgotten lunches. A random “Let’s break up” message from a mystery girl named Chloe. Then relief, laughter, lessons. My youngest son admitted it was just a dare from that Chloe, and he doesn’t know her. Then, almost shyly, told me he likes a girl. I am happy that he can open up to me, at the same time worried for him to get heartbroken real soon. 

By midweek, there was a fight with my kiddos. Some apologies. Also a quiet talk in the car about emotions and crushes—about not rushing, not giving everything away.

Parenting really is a series of car rides and confessions. Moments of sudden panic followed by soft recovery. You learn to stay calm. You learn to listen. 

Busy week with my secret project — code, chores, drop-offs, pick-ups, repeat. The days blur between creation and care, chaos and calm. But maybe this is what building something real looks like — messy, full, alive. 

CURRENTLY

Reading

Messages in my Messenger. Haven’t been able to check in since morning. Been busy with the house chores, laundry and my secret project.

Writing

This blog entry as my way of grounding myself and processing the week.

Listening

I can’t explain the sounds. But it’s coming from my eldest son’s iPad as he is playing Roblox at the moment.

Thinking

How what to launch first. I have so many ideas and plans about my secret project and the ideas and momentum just don’t stop. New ideas and concepts just keep coming in.

Smelling

Smell of Calla Sunny blue fabric conditioner which amazingly smells really good. I’m still doing the laundry.

Wishing

For wisdom on how to implement and launch my project in a cost-efficient and effective way.

Hoping

To launch by the end of this month. 

Wearing

An anime loose white shirt paired with black and striped boxers shorts. 

Loving

My bed. Feels good to lay down from everything I’ve accomplished since morning.

Wanting

To be able to speed up the development of my secret project. There’s so many things to work on. And I do it just by myself.

Needing

Been craving for bowl of hot and spicy ramen… or maybe Lola Nena’s cheesy donuts since last week. Ordering from Grab now. I deserve some treats.

Feeling

Seriously manifesting that success and wealth find me this month.

Note to Self

Take it one task, one prayer, one heartbeat at a time. You’re not behind — you’re in the middle of becoming. Success and peace are already finding their way to you.

The Sunday Currently vol. 14

Recapping the Week

Started the week with a bit of drama from the kids. I received a message from my eldest’s adviser about his academic performance, and it honestly stung. I had to reach out to his teachers to check if he could still submit the projects he missed. We sat down and talked about it. He was remorseful and promised to bounce back.

We made space for some light moments too, a couple of lunch outs at Max’s, and their first time at Vikings. Small wins and comfort food always help lighten the mood.

CURRENTLY

Reading

Design and layout plans for my secret project.

Writing

This blog entry as my way of grounding myself and processing the week.

Listening

Something from my youngest son’s Apple Music playlist. I’m not sure what, but it’s surprisingly catchy.

Thinking

How to launch my secret project before this month ends, and how to keep everything on track.

Smelling

Downy French Lavender fabric conditioner. I just finished doing the laundry.

Wishing

For wisdom on how to implement and launch my project in a cost-efficient and effective way.

Hoping

Still manifesting our Japan travel. I even set a photo of Tokyo Disneyland as my homescreen wallpaper to keep the vision alive.

Wearing

A light green family shirt and Aztec boxer shorts, the unofficial Sunday uniform.

Loving

This chill Sunday. I actually accomplished a lot today from house chores to refining my business plan.

Wanting

A long, uninterrupted vacation. Just time to rest without thinking about work or business.

Needing

A bowl of hot and spicy ramen… or maybe Lola Nena’s cheesy donuts. But I’m trying to cut back on carbs and sweets. Keyword: trying.

Feeling

Hopeful. Seriously manifesting that success and wealth find me this month.

Note to Self

I am taking one step at a time. Just 1% better each day. Small, consistent changes lead to big shifts.

The Sunday Currently vol. 13

Recapping the week

Kids have been home all week because of the typhoon. I wish I could say it’s been a chill week, but with two almost-teens under one roof, there’s always a little drama especially about screen time. Still, even in the arguments, THEY KNOW and I KNOW how much we love and value each other. ❤️ 

Lately, I’ve been sneaking in some kilig breaks by stalking MikBrent’s socials. They’ve been my tiny dose of smiles in between the chaos.

CURRENTLY 

Reading

My blogs. Gosh! I am so overdue. I haven’t updated this blog for months.

Writing

Secret project. I don’t want to announce yet. But claiming!

Listening

Here I am To Worship. Yes, I have been listening to worship songs lately. And I found peace and solace.

Thinking

How to effectively execute my vision. I can’t even be consistent posting blogs. Hopefully my system works. Will see this coming week.

Smelling

Smell of creamy spinach pizza left on my hands. We just had pizza and pasta for dinner.

Wishing

Manifesting and claiming a pay increase and bonus 3x my current salary. Money flows to me easily, abundantly and consistently.

Hoping

Still praying and manifesting that we can finally make our dream trip to Japan. Manifesting that our Japan dream becomes a reality!

Wearing

Today's fashion choice: a pastel blue shirt paired with comfy pastel orange floral boxers.

Loving

Thanks to the kids being on a long vacation. No school rush or early morning chaos. 

Wanting

Successful execution of my biz plans. And oh, I need to continue writing blogs. At least my Sunday Currently volume.

Needing

I'm seriously needing some antioxidants and a good dose of vitamin C. Also need a facial and lashes. Just a pamper time with LONG body massage.

Feeling

Manifesting something is destined for me. I trust that there are bigger and better things waiting for me, all in their own perfect time.

Diary of a Socially Exhausted Introvert

There are days when I come home after meetings, school events, or long video calls and feel completely drained. It's not that I dislike people; I actually enjoy talking, leading meetings, and joking with friends. However, being socially engaged takes a toll on me. It leaves my head buzzing, my chest feeling heavy, and all I want is some quiet.

If you are an introvert, you understand this. The lack of stimulation isn’t just a preference; it’s essential for survival. Social exhaustion is more than just tiredness; it feels like a shutdown. I get a mental fog, my body feels frozen, and even around loved ones, I struggle to connect until I’ve had time to recover.

For a long time, I thought that needing to take a break meant I was weak or lazy. Now, I realize it’s about self-care. My best ideas come after some stillness, not during burnout.

Here are the ways I recharge: 

- journaling, even if it’s just a single line

- small solo rituals like enjoying coffee, doing my skincare, or taking a quiet walk

- logging off while scrolling, which feels like another demand

- connecting with nature and moving my body

- lighting a candle and enjoying a few stolen minutes of quiet

In a world that values loud voices, introverts offer depth, thoughtfulness, and listening. These gifts can only thrive if we take time to rest without apology. If you’re like me—who sometimes leaves early, prefers staying home, or craves silence after a long day—remember that you aren’t broken. You’re introverted, and it’s important to protect your energy.

I Didn’t Enable, I Survived

Today is moving day. And yet, I don’t feel the rush of emotions I expected. No breakdown, no overwhelming sense of relief—just numbness.

Maybe it’s exhaustion. Maybe it’s self-protection. Maybe it’s my body shielding me from the emotions that will come later.

But I do know one thing: I am done just surviving.

The moment I started packing my kitchen appliances, he left. No words. No acknowledgment. No confrontation. Just like he always does.

For years, this is how it has been. He comes and goes as he pleases. No explanations. No accountability. No consideration for anyone but himself. And after years of walking on eggshells, I eventually stopped asking.

I did the same. I left whenever I wanted. I stopped explaining. I stopped waiting. Because what was the point?

And when we did talk, I learned to stay silent. Because silence was safer than the yelling. Safer than the cursing. Safer than the unbearable words he threw whenever he pleased.

And for a long time, I asked myself, did I enable this?

But today, I finally understand:I didn’t enable him. I survived him. I Will Not Carry the Weight of His Actions. He became who he is on his own. I did not make him this way.

I am not responsible for his lack of effort. I am not responsible for his lack of growth. I am not responsible for how he chooses to handle this.

I spent years swallowing my anger, my pain, my frustration, just to keep the peace. But now, I know, peace isn’t something I should have had to beg for.

So if he wants to walk away without a word? Let him. If he wants to pretend this isn’t happening? Let him.

Because I am no longer waiting for an apology. I am no longer waiting for him to change. I am no longer waiting for something that was never mine to fix.

Today Is About Moving Forward, Not Looking Back. My mother-in-law begged me not to go. That hurt. But my mother reminded me: Today, I focus on myself and my kids.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing.

• I took the day off work.
• I let myself sleep without guilt.
• I let the helpers do the packing.
• I am taking this one moment at a time.

Because this day is not about him. It is about me walking toward a life where I am no longer surviving but finally, truly living.

Baby Angel

Grief is strange. It doesn’t always arrive loudly; sometimes, it lingers in the quiet moments, in the middle of the chaos, when life is moving too fast to even stop and feel.

Today is one of those days. A day that carries both love and loss. A day that reminds me of what could have been.

I wanted to pause, to do something to honor the one I lost too soon. But life kept moving, and so did I. And for a moment, I felt guilty. But then I reminded myself—love isn’t measured in grand gestures or perfect rituals. Love is carried in the heart, in the quiet remembrance, in the way we keep going even when it hurts.

One Step at a Time

 A Failed Marriage Does Not Mean Failed Motherhood. Tonight, exhaustion weighs heavier than usual. The moving preparations, the endless tasks, the struggle of keeping everything together—it’s all pressing down on me. But what about me? What about the fear sitting in my chest, whispering doubts I don’t want to hear?

I knew this was coming. I knew that once it was just the three of us, I would feel the weight of single motherhood in a way I haven’t before. But knowing and feeling are two different things.

Tonight, the fear hit hard. What if my kids struggle because they don’t have a father figure? What if I can’t give them everything they need? What if, after surviving a failed marriage, I fail at being a mother too?

It’s a terrifying thought—one that makes my exhaustion feel heavier, my worries louder, and my confidence weaker.

But Then I Remember… A failed marriage does not mean failed motherhood. I am not failing my kids by choosing peace over dysfunction. I am not failing them by showing up, even when I’m tired. I am not failing them by creating a home where they are safe, loved, and free.

A father figure isn’t what makes a child whole. Love does. Presence does. Consistency does. And I can give them all of that.

Will this journey be easy? No. Will there be nights I question myself? Absolutely. But I refuse to believe that I am not enough.

Because I am here. Because I care. Because even in my exhaustion, my love remains steady. One day at a time. One step at a time. We’ve got this.