Have you ever had that one moment that turned out to be spectacularly better than how you planned or intended it to be? Well, that was exactly what happened on the actual day of my 26th birthday this year. Call me highly appreciative, because the tone of this entry would probably sound similar to the tone I used in my previous one (See: My Birthday Brunch), but there really is no other way to put it! :)
I decided to take the whole day off from work just to be able to spend the day slow. In all technicality, I really wasn’t excused from receiving calls from work, but how I spent the day out of the office kind of made up for all of those minutes on the phone. Ha ha!
I started the day with a 7:30 am mass at Santuario de San Antonio parish, which was a little outside BGC. When we all sat to listen to the homily, I didn’t really expect much from it because it was after all a 7:30 am mass and more often than not, priests give the shortest homilies during early morning masses–due to either the call of breakfast or the slow re-boot of the brain from an evening slumber. Surprisingly though, the priest shared a little more than I had initially allowed him to. I don’t remember every single detail he said in the verbatim, but I remember this:
We oftentimes neglect the significance of every single moment in our lives.
It sounds so basic, I know. But it spoke to me as if the priest suddenly started using a megaphone instead of the ordinary mass mic. Neglect. That word. Significance. That’s another. The neglect we commit (which we usually blame our innocent daily lives for) in recognising–or at the very least respecting the importance of–every moment and every chance we have to make things right, paves the way for the incessant accumulation of our I should have’s and the I could have’s.
The missed chance to be kind to the people we claim we love is a chance lost forever, and neither you nor I can say for ourselves the number of chances we are allowed to have with every person we have the privilege of sharing our love with. This brings us now to one of my resolutions for this year: minimise the what-could-have-beens, and maximise the what-I-can-do-nows.
I have little words to share about my breakfast except for the fact that I loved every minute of it.
We had it in what would seem to be my most favorite branch of Wildflour yet. The one along Rada st., in Legaspi Village Makati. I fell in love with the facade of the cafe right away, all the more with its interior. I wish I had photos to show for it but I was too intoxicated by the promise of the day that I failed to take my usual hundred-and-one photos on special occasions. Hah!
Early morning sunlight literally flooded through the glass windows of the cafe, bathing its tables and red brick walls. I ended up savouring every bite of my potato crisps and smoked salmon under that very sunlight. It was a Tuesday office day, I was at Wildflour having slow breakfast with the best company ever, and I was allowed to take all the time I wanted. Who could ask for more, really?
In the evening, we went to Sip&Gogh to paint! It was my first time and the experience didn’t disappoint. The painting we did though was pretty challenging but we powered through it. I love how the group made the experience fuss-free, complete with salami, cheese, crackers, wine, and relaxing background music! Plus, we had two instructors for the night: one to demonstrate step by step how to paint the picture, and another to go around and assist us. At the end of the night, we each had our own paintings to bring home with us as remembrances to the night.
It was the perfect way to cap my birthday. Every moment mattered, making it a great start to my 26th year. :)
Until my next birthday post!