I’m going to be writing like a beast this month. I wonder where all these opportunities were when I was in Manila and in good health. I had all the resources that I needed back there and the space but, no, that’s not how my life has been ever since I began my professional career at fourteen.
Work has come and even from here, still pretty much recuperating from my medical condition, and the opportunities are coming in like an avalanche.
I’m not complaining. I hope I don’t sound like I’m complaining. I’m just really asking and really wondering why this has been my lot my whole life. I always said I was the king of bad timing and it seems to be the motif of my life.
Big projects. Major projects. Tabang was just a teaser, apparently. A short film to get the gears working again and then BLAM! Major projects galore. Thrown at me and I don’t have the willpower to say no because, let’s face it, it’s what I want.
So I’m going to be writing and working this February. I’m going to be writing like a beast. Maybe it’s good that I’m here because there will be no distractions. It’s just me here and my family. I don’t really have a squad here.
Thank goodness my work involves me sitting down in front of a computer. It isn’t stressful to my body. It won’t get in the way of my recuperation. I’ll get better physically and still be productive and useful. It’s not mutually exclusive, in my case. At least I don’t have to go to an office everyday.
No, this is not a complaint. It’s just the way things are. It’s probably the way it’s always going to be.