Nurturing the Writer
I’m done “clearing out the cobwebs.” I reached and scoured the depths of my Soul… the darkest corners. I purged, accepted, transmuted, and came back into the light. I also read more books in the past few months than I had in years!
I haven't quite ignited into full "blazing fire Jessi" yet, but I have been getting back into the groove of work after the holiday break. I was just about to call it a day when the itch came over me—the sudden, persistent need to write. So, here I am, ready to scratch it.
The Lull Before the Alarm
This was my first official week “back in the office,” though working from home allows me the temporary luxury of waking up a bit later. I continue to make the most of this transitional hermit mode, venturing out only when strictly necessary or to hit the gym.
I took a break for about two weeks over the holidays, but other than that, I am proud to say I have been quite disciplined in my Mon-Wed-Fri gym routine. It has done wonders for my body and mental health. But besides the time invested in self-love and self-care, it has been all about reflection, rest, and renewal.
Alas!… as with all things, this too shall pass. These extended nights and leisurely introspective days will come to an abrupt end next week, the 15th, when Hannita’s school starts up again. Then, it will be back to rising at 5:00 AM and spending hours in traffic driving her to and from school. Such is life in the tropics—and everywhere else too.
Strangers Again
We are all subject to the ebb and flow of the tides, the undeniable cyclical nature of the universe. Todo termina. Everything ends, but there’s always something exciting waiting round the corner.
This theme washed over me today while I was in the shower, listening to the song "Strange" by Celeste. I added it to my melancholic playlist after rewatching the first season of Nobody Wants This (which I loved) in anticipation of Season 2 (which, truth be told, I didn't love and didn't even finish).
I cried like somebody had died when I heard that song during the Season 1 finale. It plays at a turning point that mirrors the exact experience I’ve been processing:
“Isn't it strange? How people can change. From strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again.”
The lyrics are a gut-wrenching poetic experience of heartbreak. They capture the unsettling ease with which a deep human connection can dissolve into nothingness.
You go from waking up to the spark of their light illuminating your day to suddenly not knowing anything about them—their worries, their joy—no longer privy to the intimate revelations and rich nuances of their day-to-day life.
The Light in the Song
Despite the tears that well up in my eyes every time I listen to it, I keep "Strange" on my playlist.
It serves as a reminder to cherish each day, each person, and each experience. To never take happiness, peace, and pleasure for granted. To relish every loving gesture and treasure those who know how to love unconditionally.
Yes, the song is shadow. But today, I saw the light in it.
Because if a relationship can dissolve with such ease, the song reminds us that new, life-altering bonds can be forged with that same ease.
A stranger who is meant to positively impact your life will easily become a friend. If you are destined for more, they can become a lover. And if the stars align, they could evolve into a lifelong companion.
At the end of the day, isn’t that what we all yearn for? A best friend... a counterpart we hunger to call our lover. Someone who enlightens our shadows, ignites our fire, encourages our purpose, and whom we want to intentionally keep choosing—and enjoying life with—every single day.
Como chile en tu torta. Like peas in a pod. Culo y calzón. Birds of a feather. El roto para la descocida. Two of a kind. Dos gotas de agua. On the same frequency. Almas en sintonía.
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