Since Facebook no longer allows writing notes, I’ve wandered over to WordPress to ramble to myself. On Facebook, posts get shared, liked, and all that jazz. On WordPress, it’s just me and my thoughts, maybe with a few stray visitors who skim and leave. So, writing here has its perks and its downsides—especially at a time like this when I need to connect with people.

A Day of Old Colleagues

Today could be called “old colleagues day.” At noon, I had lunch with a senior and a junior from the company I left over a year ago. In the evening, I grabbed coffee with two women from the company I just hopped to. One’s about to get married. Another’s worried about losing her job. The other two are stable. All four of us are making peace with what we have. No complaints, no despair—just the quiet resilience life teaches you to pick yourself up, accept things, and push forward.

Two Weeks In

Today also marks exactly two weeks at my new workplace. Everything’s good—better than I expected, even. But you can’t predict the future, so I’m just taking it as it comes. I’m giving it my all, no specific goals or targets in mind—just diving in and getting things done.

A Burst of Inspiration

I saw a girl from the company next door today, twirling in a floral dress. Tiny flowers in every color, like a vibrant meadow. So pretty, so charming. It got my creative itch going again. Now I’m tempted to head to Ninh Hiệp market, pick out some fabric, and start cutting and sewing. The good thing about being here is there’s a sewing machine and someone who knows how to use it, so it feels more doable.

A Growing To-Do List

I’ve got two short stories to write, a yearbook to finish, a production script due tonight, and a novel-for-two that’s just starting to take shape in my head. No clue when I’ll start it or if it’ll even get off the ground, but it’s on the list. Oh, and there’s an event I need to plan in detail. Phew. Staying busy keeps the petty daily worries at bay.

Learning to Accept

Right now, the biggest lesson I’ve learned is to embrace reality. Once you accept things, you stop looking around, comparing. It’s just you, the tasks you’ve jotted down, and the satisfaction of checking them off as you go. Nothing more, nothing less. My heart feels lighter, and the tired, worn-out look on my face has faded. Even though I’m still up late every night. Even though the grind of making ends meet still weighs heavy.

Maybe the world of children holds a kind of magic I can’t even fathom.

That’s all for now…