I have a love-hate relationship with yoga. Whenever I would be in the zone, I would practice every single day—even going as far as hiring a yoga teacher or squeezing in a group yoga class despite my hectic schedule. That’s the “love” part. The “hate” part is whenever I would feel too lazy to practice, especially at home. Primarily because back then our #BigBoyJesse would always invade my evening yoga sessions at home.
One of the things I looked forward to writing about when I launched B = Happiness in March 2019, was my love for essential oils. Unfortunately, I was not able to sustain the momentum in blogging because I was offered to return to my corporate job, so writing took a backseat. But not oiling! Oh, NEVER oiling. Haha! Though I was not able to blog, I founded Oh, Happinest–our safe space where we share about all things oils, wellness, and happiness.
“Abbie, please edit my Facebook caption of my wedding anniversary greeting for papa,” my mother, Annie, sent me via chat really early yesterday. “Sumakit yun ulo ko. Kain muna ko ah. (I think I’m having a headache just reading your run-on sentences. Hahahaha! I’ll eat breakfast first.)” I told her her message was not wrong, but her flow of words could be improved. Apart from social media and tech-savviness (😂), that simple exchange displayed my mama’s humility and her trust in me. How apt! Those are two of the many things needed in ensuring a happy marriage—things I’ve clearly learned from my parents’ 41 years of being Mr. and Mrs. Their journey was never boring, that I can attest to, so I’m sharing here some of the things it taught me about marriage—both what it is and what it is not.
I am no cook. Didn’t undergo any training nor attend any cooking class. So, if you’re looking for Michelin-star recipes and beautifully photographed food, you will be disappointed. But, if you’ve just started learning how to cook like me or if you like reading no-BS recipes and laughing at other people’s struggles at cooking, then this is a great place for you to hang out.
I’m sorry to burst your bubble. As I type this (in my Notes on iPhone), it is almost midnight and I’m in bed embraced by the half-asleep #architecthusband while our two-year-old #LittleBoyJesse is on the other side of the bed, finally asleep. Our kitchen sink full of dirty dishes is waiting for me downstairs (which I plan to get to after I finish this draft), piles of laundry need to be sorted for laundromat drop-off, bathrooms begging for a deeper clean, wardrobe cabinet biding its time before it gets fully “#konmari-ed,” essential oil blend recipes yet to be prepared, to-dos for passion projects in slumber before they get moving, and the list goes on.
In celebration of International Women’s Day last March 8, I’ve put together a list on how to win a man’s heart because, as society dictates, getting a man is the ultimate goal in life of every woman. Number 1: Do not introduce yourself. Instead, invade his work area the first time you meet and tinker with his things, especially if he were OC.