My Traffic Life

I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by Juan Dela Cruz, and I am currently being trained for more by Uncle Sam. Writing since the age of 12. Blogging since 2001. I keep a notebook and a pen in my bag, on my bedside table, and inside the bathroom. Misses a lot. Sometimes even my own voice. Loves to laugh. Sometimes even at myself. I am a work in progress. My ultimate dream is to be a SAHM. That is, if I am bound to have that chance in this lifetime... and I am.

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Don't take my words personally. At times, not even literally. This is my journal. You're my reader. My spectator. Applaud. Yawp. Yawn. Smile. Frown. Rave. Rant. Or not. Neither can I see you from where I am standing nor can I hear you.

This is not my life. Maybe just a part of it. But this is me meandering through life. My emotions fluctuate. My opinion varies. If it's too hot in here and you can't take it, leave. If it's dull and too cold, go somewhere else for warmth. I won't wipe the frown on your brow.

My stories, unless stated otherwise, are mostly fictional. Fiction could be based on reality. Still, they are fiction. Don't own it. Don't live in it. It is what it is. Leave it.

Watch out for the traffic light. Follow the rules. Cruise.

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Jobs. Jobs. And more jobs.

But it is not just a job that I am wishing for. A job is not enough to feed a hungry soul. I have proven that to myself when I was without a job for nine months and the call came. It wasn't the job that I should be doing but it was a job. I fell in love with my tasks. I have enjoyed it and found myself looking forward to it on each waking hour. The job has fed me, it has fed my spirit. It has blessed me and I believe it has blessed some people, too. That is the kind of job that I wish for everyone. And now I am wishing for another one.

It doesn't matter what kind of job you have or how much you get on each paycheck. What matters is you feel full at the end of the day. Both your body and your soul.

There are things that you'd do for money. There are things that you'd do for love.

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