Blood is thicker than water.
Sunday, November 13th, 2005Thinking about what I am about to write almost brings me to tears (in a good way).
Wanda was my boss. It was a painful goodbye when I had to leave Praxi in July. I had to go through the motions of being hurt and not wanting to have anything to do with the people I left, even if I missed them terribly.
Losing the job earlier than I expected surely made shifting careers more difficult. Aside from the stress that a no-name-yet-freelancer has to go through, my security blanket becomes smaller and smaller. I get more pressure from my mom for not having money to help them with their own monetary worries. I am faced with my own demons of trying to be successful in my chosen life alteration. I have lost my insurance which I started only last year. My weight has plateau-d instead of continued dropping. I am incapable of renting an apartment.
Good thing I have friends. Joann gave me a luggage of my choice which serves as my make-up kit. Judy and Nana gives me free make-up whenever they have extra, plus I can exhaust all the freebies that she brings home from work. I get treated to coffee and sometimes beer (Thanks Mica!). I am now a constant friends’ homes camper – meaning: I pack my bags and stay at a friend’s place just so I can eat a decent meal. I feel blessed for all my friends who have offered to adopt me every once in a while (Redge and Mommy Rovie being my more frequent stepparents, and the Panay people are my ever-welcoming stepsisters).
I hate being a free loader, although all these good things done to me now will surely be repaid in due time.
However, with all these little blessings, I feel that something in my life has been lacking. Last October, I took my first step to fill in the gaps of my life…
I sent my number to Wanda through business card. We sent a few messages of how are yous but nothing that toppled over the wall that I built myself.
Wanda wasn’t just my boss nor my best friend… She’s the big sister I’ve always dreamed my real older sister would be like. If she was not my former boss, she’d be with me as I go through my ordeals as a struggling freelance make-up artist. I know two and a half months of not talking to someone seems like a short time but it took me a lot of guts to ease up on whatever bad feelings I had.
Last Saturday, I got a message from Wanda inviting me to her birthday luncheon the next day. I offered to do her make-up as my birthday gift.
I wondered how seeing Wanda again would be like. It was a lucky thing for Conan to be there as a cushion of the situation. I hugged Wanda to send her my birthday greetings and to open up to her again. I know it’s not a perfect everything falling into place kind of thing. It’ll take more than one lunch to reawaken a friendship that was forcefully put into hibernation. Although, I’d still say we are at a pretty good start.