I've always thought of myself as a bit of a cosmic late bloomer. In my twenties, I was kind of like Dora the Explorer, only without the talking backpack and monkey. Just me, wandering around, bumping into life's little roadblocks, and occasionally shouting, "I need directions!" to an uncaring universe. Now, in my thirties, the Universe has finally answered. I guess even cosmic forces can’t resist the charm of a thirty-something lady in distress.
So, there I was, looking at my answered prayer, feeling like a dog that finally caught the bus it was chasing. I mean, it's fantastic. It's what I've wanted. It's a lot like when the kwek-kwek vendor gives you an extra egg because he likes your smile. It's delicious and exciting and all shades of wonderful. But there's also this tiny little question nagging me, "Now what?!"
Over the years, I've grown accustomed to being the underdog, the comedic sidekick in my own telenovela, the one who trips over invisible hurdles and spills coffee on her shirt right before an important meeting. But now, having my prayer answered feels like I've been bumped to the lead role without any script or rehearsal.
So, I sat down for a heart-to-heart with the Universe and said, "Okay, Universe, you've given me what I asked for. And I am grateful, truly. But could you do me another solid and help me not to mess it up?"
I mean, it's intimidating. It's like being handed a gourmet meal when all you've cooked before is instant pancit canton. Or being given a paintbrush and a blank canvas after years of doodling stick figures. You start wondering, "Do I even deserve this?" "What if I ruin everything?"
The Universe, however, in all its cosmic hilarity, must be somewhere out there, saying, "Chill, girl. You asked for it, didn’t you?"
And indeed, I did. So here's the deal: I am terrified, yes. But I've also got this. Because if there's one thing I've learned in my wild ride to the thirties, it's that being afraid means you're about to do something really, really brave.
It means you're stepping out of your comfort zone, and that’s where the magic happens. It's like finally moving on from your beloved teleserye reruns and discovering the exciting world of K-dramas. Sure, it's unfamiliar, and you need subtitles, but boy, isn't it worth it?
So yes, Universe, I'm holding onto my answered prayer with all the strength of a determined tarsier. I may still stumble, spill coffee on my shirt, and maybe even drive my bus into a few bumps, but that's okay. After all, every stumble is a new dance move, every coffee stain a badge of honor, and every bump on the road a story to tell.
So, bring it on, Universe! After all, they say life begins at thirty, right? Well, then, I'm all set to start living. And hey, Universe, keep those answered prayers coming. I promise to keep the seatbelt fastened!
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