“Kaya mo yan!”
“Matatapos din yan!”
And then you smiled...
You choose to bury the worry before the worry buries you. You hold onto the quiet strength that only God can provide.
Every now and then, I open an old journal and find a little piece of myself I had forgotten. ๐Some make me laugh.Some make me wonder. Some remind me of how far I’ve come. These pages are not simply a collection of old journal entries. They are little pieces of a journey—thoughts I once wrote down, stories I may have forgotten, and moments that meant something to me at the time. And sometimes, the woman I am today has something to say to the woman I was then. So you may find a little note from Present Lelen along the way—a reflection, a little context, or perhaps just a gentle “I understand now.” I’m keeping these memories here not because they’re profound, but because they were once part of my story.
Dear old me… what were you thinking? ๐ค
You never know what we might find there.