  A couple of months back I hit yet another all-time low. I felt so uprooted, unhinged, lost. I've never been religious but I'd like to think I've always been in touch with my spirituality.
And so looking to recharge my spirit I took a detour to Tagaytay. Somehow I ended up at the Pink sisters convent. It's amazing how purposeful the life of the Pink Sisters are. Their life's work is so concise, so concrete: to pray for us and lift up our petitions to God. Wouldn't it be incredibe to wake up each day knowing that you'll be doing exactly the tasks for which you were put in this world? 
