Tom Robbins is right.
Perfection is subjective, oftentimes a cause of useless argument between two people. Perfection is one of the words with the most freedom and flexibility towards a person’s beliefs and preferences. Perfection is what we make it, perfection is how we make it. Love can be perfect. And it is between two people — who have the same understanding of this — where love’s perfection is recognized and embraced amidst adversities.
I’m posting this early, since I’m considering the Paschal Triduum as a month in itself lol (three intense days of worship can do that I suppose)!
This March was all about
1 Rides to work with dad on certified Pinoy streets.
2 Puppies, puppies, and more puppies!
3 Kitchen experiments — that actually worked!
4 Marketing ads I was really really ecstatic about.
5 Meals and goodies shared with old and new friends. :)
6 An office surprise from a man in a coat and tie!
7 Precious family time!
8 Catching up with old friends over crepes and chocolates.
If God were to ask me this week, “Have you been behaved?”
I’d answer, “This week? Generally, yes.”
If God were to ask me, “Have you been behaved this month?”
“I’ll get back to you on that.”
I have been in an irate bubble. For some reason, there is this specific person I just can’t seem to give allowances to. Normally, when new people come in, I’d be intrigued, and would be the most welcoming. Hosting hat on, shake a hand, and wish we’d be best friends the next day. Or, if best friends can’t cut it, at least I’d be chill about the person, whatever or whoever she/he may be like. That has always been me. Except for this one person who’s been making it so easy for me to act otherwise. And I’m actually serious about this.
I would enumerate the ways she gets to me. But from my readings, even shutting my mouth up in moments I’m so itching to vent can serve as an offering to God. Um.. Okay? I don’t know how saints did it but sure, let’s try that.
So I want to strike a deal with God right now. Not that I’m entitled to it or anything with how I’ve been behaving lately. But mostly because I now realize how trivial these emotions are in spite their compelling killer nature.
These are nothing compared to watching my real friends cry over obstacles and burdens I wish I had the capacity to take away from them.
Here is my deal with you, God, and I’m not taking no for an answer: these small inconveniences and little irritations that I now admit hardly amount to anything, please use them to purchase a family I have in my heart.
