I should be doing lots of school work now, but I chose to blog just to keep my brain cells from crashing.
Almost everyone's making a list of their resolutions and goals for the new year. It's like a tradition, or maybe, for me, the reason why people do this is because it's kind of an effort to start the year right. That's a nice thought, but, no, I won't make a list of resolutions nor a goal plan for this year. There's this superstition that I constructed myself, which goes, 'the best of things appear when things starts bad or unprepared' (Haha. Talk about why I am a crammer). For example, if I end up sitting on the wrong side of the jeep and ended up finding my hair all over my face because of the wind, my hair ended up to be really tamed and nice throughout the day. Or to make my example a little bit more relevant, many of the best years I had in general started out bad or weren't planned at all. Therefore, in general, the good times come without goal lists or resolutions. But does this stop me from planning things? Nah. Don't get me wrong. I'm a sucker for plans. Heck, that's why I always get a really nice planner every year. I hate it when unplanned things manage to squeeze in through my perfectly ironed-out schedule, and I get crammy when people ask me to do things they didn't tell me about at least a day before. But I guess the 'good things turn out from the unplanned' thing is God's way of giving me a little breathing space from my self-made noose.
Speaking of self-made superstitions and traditions, my dad has started a Domingo family original one right here. For the past 5 years, my dad has asked everyone in the family to pray out loud before we eat our media noche. We can pray for anyone, everything and anything we want. He says he wants us to start our year right. My prayer this year was really memorable, because it's the first time I actually included a boy's name in my prayer. It's really funny, because I opened my eyes a bit to look at my parent's face as I said Jericho's name out loud. My dad smiled, my mom squeezed her eyes shut tighter. I nearly burst out laughing, but thank God I remembered that I am in the middle of a prayer. I don't know what they were feeling, I was afraid to ask. I just let things be when we were all done.
It's a bit confusing, though. I've been 'starting my year right' according to my dad's standards, but here I am, believing in my self-constructed superstition. Ironies. My life is just full of it.
Anyway, have a happy new year, everybody.
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