Prelude to Independence Day

A long weekend is ahead of us so the Powerpuffs and Kuya convened in a Pentagon-like strategy meeting to map out a much-needed break, the destination of choice: Real, Quezon. Its no longer the beach season but we insist to pack our bags for a special trip with special reasons.

Its the first time the four of us will bond with our significant others. Its a trip which will hopefully transform us from colleagues to very special friends, a clique of sorts building and sharing memories that come only once and to only a few. Its our way of breaking off from the bonds of work that of late have frustrated us in varied ways: uncooperative staff, misleading directions or no directions at all, intrusions into our private time, boredom settling in.

Each one may not be voicing it out but deep inside we know that we're yearning for this bonding moment. For months on end the possibility of separation has faced us from different directions. Moving on after getting to know each other's strengths and quirks and using such to perform tasks is something we have to accept sooner or later. Nothing can really be permanent, especially when prospects ahead tell us that something good career-wise is out there for the taking.

So off we go this weekend. We need to immortalize the friendships we built even while we're each facing challenges at work. We need to put the same relationships into a higher plane, a familial environment where we can be more than just workmates. We need to celebrate individual and collective triumphs and join hands because we still have more challenges to conquer.

I can't wait to pack my bags.