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Saturday Musings: It's Just a Job, Getting Life Back on Course

It took separation from my ex-husband, countless nights/mornings of crawling back to the elevator (barely making it to my unit), a major surgery, and hitting the wall of burnout for me to realize that I was too vested in work. I even too pride in the fact that I worked while on vacation. I loved the word "workation"!

Because that's how I rolled. I was a freelancer. I was passionate about what I did, and I could work wherever I was.

Put bluntly, I was a workaholic.

MR Holidays: Where to Stay in Boracay Station 1 Without Breaking the Bank

It's been years since I was in Boracay, but last week, I just had to get to the beach and it was practically a no-brainer for me.

My love affair with beaches started in Boracay. Cliche it may be, but its powdery white sand and clear waters captured my heart; and to be honest, I think it's hard to beat. Of course, I haven't been to El Nido, so...

There's also the fact that a lot of people say Boracay is overrated, expensive, too commercialized, and not worth visiting anymore.

I disagree.

Two Organs, Two Kilos

It's probably not what you're thinking - although, who am I to assume what you're thinking?

But, if you've got a sort of gross image of body parts...forget it. It's safe to read on even if you're squeamish.

This is all about food...and music.

Running and Music

Go together like apple and pie.

Whaat?

I know that probably doesn't make much sense, but hear me out.

I've taken up running (walking fast and jogging slowly to be accurate) and I've found that I just can't really do it without music blasting in my ears. (I'm sure I'm not alone.)

Thing is, I've got two routes. Both of them peppered with food establishments that torture me. And one has got what may be the best apple pie in my area.

Make sense now?

The Quitting Smoking Chronicles: Month 4

It feels like yesterday, but at the same time, it feels like it's been forever.

Most days, I don't even think about smoking anymore, but there are times when the urge to smoke is so strong that I find myself almost caving in. The only thing that stops me is the thought that the past months would have been for nothing. That if I was able to go through all that time without smoking, I can go through one more day.

Today is one of those days.

I wonder when (if?) these moments of craving will ever go away.

It doesn't help that I know I have gained (and seems like am gaining) weight since I stopped smoking. Vanity at its worst, you may say. Sue me.

It also doesn't help that I have been getting sick a lot since I quit. See Month 2.

You a quitter? How was your experience?

*End whine*