Pia Besmonte

is back


Adulthood is when you realize that the people you look up to are no less human than you. It’s a harsh truth, yet it forces you to come to terms with your own human imperfections.

I have no story to tell today. I had a lot of tasks to finish. I was able to finish most of them. That means today was a good day.

  • My sister came over with a friend for lunch. They played with Mango. They left soon after.
  • I walked briskly to the tailor to pick up the fiancé’s pants. (Fiancé pants sounds fabulous.) I transferred old files to a new external hard drive. I printed some important documents for my son’s citizenship application.
  • After sundown, the fiancé’s sister-in-law dropped by. She played with Mango too. Everybody who visits our home is actually visiting Mango. She brought gifts and stories.

As I write this, the fiancé is already deeply asleep. He snores, but he stops for a few moments. It makes me look up from my desk. The rhythm inspires me to tap away.

As I write this, I wonder if I’m doing this right. I wonder if I should really go back to blogging. Time to write is precious to me now. I sneak some words in while my household sleeps. I wonder if it’s worth it.

There are a lot of doubts swimming in my head right now. I don’t know what will happen at the shoot tomorrow, if my fear of being seen will surface. I don’t know what to write about, now that my life is so completely different. I don’t feel so sure of anything at the moment.

My dad gave me the gift of perseverance. I won’t quit just as I am starting. I quit quitting. We’ll see how this goes.

If things go well tomorrow, I’ll share photos.

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