How I wish Peter Pan was real. Wouldn't it be nice to have him show up to your window and fly you away to the second star on the right. It would be nice to see the falls in Mermaid Lagoon, the cave where Captain Hook kept Tiger Lily, to party with the Indians and the Lost Boys, and to trek through the forest on the way to or from the hideout. Too stay young and carefree, like there were no problems except Captain Hook, that you could easily beat anyway.
Alas, we all have to grow up, to the point where you have bills to pay and you need a source of income. Back to reality. Like Wendy, you have to come home and wake up.
My reality now has to kick out my Neverland trips this month, and it's breaking my heart. I was really looking forward to it, all gone in a blink of an eye, just because this Wendy has to wake up and grow up. Pooooooofff Subic. Pooooooffff Calaguas. So frustrating. But I am grateful to have friends like the Lost Boys, always cheerful, looking on the bright side of things. They're so positive it rubs off on you. Makes the heart break not so wrenching and keeps my whining at a minimum. I am grateful for these bills too. It's proof that I have responsibilites that run a household, and that I contribute in taking a burden off my Mother's shoulders. I am also grateful for the set back. It's fueling my drive to find ways to earn and it teaches me to plan better. It literally gets me out of bed earlier than usual!
The beach isn't going anywhere. The Hot Air Balloon Festival is annual. There are other places on my list that has a zipline. There's always another month for camping on the beach. I just need to learn to be patient with myself. It'll happen eventually. For all I know it might just be more fun then.
Right now, grown up stuff comes first, to make room for more Neverland time in the coming months. Just wait Tinkerbell, I'll be there soon. Right now, I gotta run and pay the bills. Literally.
Alas, we all have to grow up, to the point where you have bills to pay and you need a source of income. Back to reality. Like Wendy, you have to come home and wake up.
My reality now has to kick out my Neverland trips this month, and it's breaking my heart. I was really looking forward to it, all gone in a blink of an eye, just because this Wendy has to wake up and grow up. Pooooooofff Subic. Pooooooffff Calaguas. So frustrating. But I am grateful to have friends like the Lost Boys, always cheerful, looking on the bright side of things. They're so positive it rubs off on you. Makes the heart break not so wrenching and keeps my whining at a minimum. I am grateful for these bills too. It's proof that I have responsibilites that run a household, and that I contribute in taking a burden off my Mother's shoulders. I am also grateful for the set back. It's fueling my drive to find ways to earn and it teaches me to plan better. It literally gets me out of bed earlier than usual!
The beach isn't going anywhere. The Hot Air Balloon Festival is annual. There are other places on my list that has a zipline. There's always another month for camping on the beach. I just need to learn to be patient with myself. It'll happen eventually. For all I know it might just be more fun then.
Right now, grown up stuff comes first, to make room for more Neverland time in the coming months. Just wait Tinkerbell, I'll be there soon. Right now, I gotta run and pay the bills. Literally.
Sleep well, dream big.
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