It was just lately that I’m starting to question this phrase. This is what I’ve been doing for the past couple of months, since that bad thing happened to me. I would try my hardest to keep myself pre-occupied and bury my head under tons of work to keep myself from self-pitying and moping.
My weekdays would comprise of work during the day and a bit(?) of sideline work in the evenings (through the early mornings) and sometimes, the occasional dinners, badminton or night-outs with officemates and/or friends. But the weekends, I dedicate solely to my Elise.
What happens when you work hard, then party harder? You get one uber-tired, stressed-out, hypertensive night owl with extra eye luggages in tow for a mom. Ahahaha! 
Okaaaay, Aiza, you’re not in your 20’s anymore and you need more rest and take care of yourself more, or so I convince myself.
What’s ironic in all of this is that when I was in my 20’s, I didn’t need to work hard. And taking care of one’s self would mean making sure you get around 4-5 hours of sleep and the habitual hot shower in the morning. Man, I was sooo low maintenance back then.
But now, I would need around 6-8 hours of sleep to get me through the day. I need to make sure I drink my meds at the right time, each day. I must remember to put on moisturizer in the evening and sunblock in the mornings to keep my skin from collecting sun spots. All of these on top of being a mom, working my ass off and getting some kind of exercise regimen to keep my heart healthy. (I climb up and down the stairs in the MRT, and walk for about a total of 15 mins. during my commute, I hope it’ll suffice)
The worst thing about all of this is that I still need to do this for another 25 or so years!! Ayayay! 
But my Dad up there is good. No, actually He’s the best! There are times when I get surprises when I’m about to give up. And not just monetary, ha? Even opportunities to do the things I love with the people I so care for.
So heck, I should be grateful I have a job, a sideline work that I enjoy, an oh-so cute and smart little daughter, family to support me and friends who remind me to have fun once in a while.
I know I still have to work hard. I guess I can live with that. But instead of partying harder, a good night’s sleep or even a siesta should do me good. Besides, I already partied enough as it is in my younger years. (or have I? ahaha!) Its high time that I take care of myself, now that there’s someone counting on me to take care of her too.
So does this mean I’m done moping? I hope so. Because I sure do need to move on.
I love self-discoveries. Ahhh, life is good!
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