grip of grace

I just came home from the store. No, not the shoe store or the clothes shoppe. I went grocery shopping over at the neighborhood supermarket. A boring chore? Not really. I remember when I was a little girl, when my mom took me grocery shopping. I have always been in awe of the wide aisles and the tall shelves. And what child wouldn't enjoy riding the grocery cart? www.prevention.com When I was younger (as in, much, much younger), my mom would just leave me by the comics shelf where Archie and Veronica and Betty would be waiting for me and go about her shopping. I guess it was a wise move, as I don't remember arguing with her about getting the chips I want or the candy I so desire.

It was a long weekend last week, so I thought I'd go to Los Baños, Laguna for some R & R. And while there, I got a massage, and vegged out most of the time. Until I decided to tell my college friends I was in town. We hurriedly organized a get-together—just coffee and chit-chat—and then it's off to Manila for me. And while I was waiting for the bus to arrive, I suddenly realized how much I missed my friends! BG, Elen, Alma, Gigi

When I saw these 6 words, it felt like I hit my face hard on the floor. Yup, as in falling face down, without having anything to break the fall. Strange, though, because no matter how hard I try and just opt for the easy way out, the narrow gate always seems more attractive. But it's true. It's really very easy to not like than to like, to hate than to love, to be indifferent that to get involved. At least, if things go wrong or you get disappointed, you wouldn't get hurt. So let's just stick to the status quo, shall we?