A blank notebook (Dream again)

Joyful anticipation

This post is actually an answer to an old Daily Post prompt

You’re embarking on a yearlong round-the-world adventure, and can take only one small object with you to remind you of home. What do you bring along for the trip?

But I’ll have to unpack the heart behind it first, and I wish to start with a confession:

I had lost the ability to dream.

This struck me one evening over pizza with my music ministry team/batch mates, last August 14. James (17 years old) asked me: “Ate, ano ang pangarap mo?” (“Big sis, what is your dream?”) I somewhat felt that it should’ve been an easy question to answer; like, surely, I am living out my dream, right?

… but what dream are we talking about? Or dreams, for that matter?

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5 ways to overcome morning tiredness

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FIGHTING morning grogginess is a daily battle, but these 5 tips will help you banish all sleepy feelings.

1. Work out
Working out doesn’t always have to be strenuous.   A simple 10 minutes of yoga in the morning is enough to clear the mind and eliminate tiredness.

2. Have a shower
Showering in the morning is a sure-fire way of getting you energised, it helps reduce stress and gets you ready to start the day.   If you don’t have time for a shower, splashing cold water on your face can provide a quick fix.

3. Ditch your coffee for a green tea
As well as giving you a much-needed caffeine boost, green tea helps improve cognitive ability and memory.   Drinking a cup in the morning is a great way of kicking your brain into action.

4. Music
Blaring out some music in the morning while having a…

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Sleep To Dream

A Sober Head Full Of Confusion

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I haven’t slept properly in months. I’ve been so afraid to dream. I’m afraid of what they might show me. I’m afraid I might take them seriously. I’m afraid I’m not well or able to function in a world without magic. Without light.

I don’t want to dream anymore. They might lead me to more delusions. They might tell me I can be happy. They might tell me I can have things that real life can’t provide.

But most of all, I’m afraid to trust myself again.

How can something so wrong feel so right?


“I got my feet on the ground
And I don’t go to sleep to dream”

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