Unimaginable

These days, you'd usually see me without make up. I don't really fuss about it since I'm not going to the office anyway. I dress my age and I feel good about it. I act my age as well since I'm mostly in the company of friends. I haven't worn my suits for quite sometime (but I will soon be). My life is very much unstructured the past months and what I initially thought was bothersome turned out to be such a comforting place to be at.

Being unstructured for me means that I choose the people I want to talk with (this also means that I also choose the people I don't want to talk with). I choose where I want to be. I choose how I say things without editing myself. I allow myself to come face to face with my different issues, emotions and possibilities. I allow myself to feel that I'm human just like everyone else. What I maybe going through is not unique to myself. It can be shared by other people as well.

Three times I week, I'm mostly in the kitchen wearing my apron. It's not the usual me that people see but I don't really mind. For others, this sight maybe unimaginable since they're used to see me all dressed up. Lately, I'm all smothered with sugar powder all over my hands and to some extent my arms and even at times my face, my hair. That's just how it is. Getting down and dirty. The mess I initially couldn't stand but I somehow got used to the chaos of a sticky, icing surrounding.

I love wherever this journey is taking me. It's some place I've never been to.