I'm kidding! Happy Valentine's/Hearts/Singles' Awareness/Singles' Independence/**Anupaba??(What-else??) Day!
Or, to borrow from Perks, Happy-and-Sad-I'm-still-figuring-out-how-that-could-be Valentine's Day!
This week started roughly as I, this is how my letter began: 'in consideration of all factors and with much discernment,' have decided, after more than 12 months, to resign from my work in life insurance services. When I left, what I have brought with me, beyond the professional growth, the meeting and knowing people from different walks of life (some with touching lives) and the re-learned important (now very important) value of saving-saving-saving for our future (people know it's important but it's often neglected or set aside sadly), is the collection of moments of friendship -- laughter, love for food, even some badtrip moments. For people and things that went before, I know I'll often stop and think about them... Here's how leaving is certainly bittersweet.
It's official: I am office-based day-jobless. Basically, I am prioritizing. I need to cover personal matters (read: family/home obligations needing immediate attention) in an indefinite time. Also, what's almost certain to me on a more personal level is I need a break which the ever-indulging KitKat can't satiate. I need to stop commuting more or less 15 kilometers, to stop going to my full-time day job basically so I will have the time in order for me to reassess my life and get answers to personal questions.
In the near future (probably on the second half of this year of the snake) I know that I still have to land a desk job, or to simply be employed for sustainability's and stability's sake -- earn moolah, a portion of which will get me back on my saving track.
Or maybe yet I should do an On The Road. Ask for my parents' permission, pack my muted-colored basics, go backpacking and find more about life, but where? Here in the Philippines? In India? But I haven't saved enough to go Beats. It's a lifestyle.
Clearly though, this is not a severe sabbatical. With God's grace, I have my less-taxing (to work is to toil, they'd say; work should be challenging) endeavor in Product Development for Mr. Kengkoy Backpacks to flourish my love of one's neighbors -- our nanays in Albay -- and at least keep my thinking tank and working experience up and running, and I also have a production project to carry on in the coming weeks. Yes, carry on!
My So-Called Life.. to be continued.
With this change, however, I may talk and cover more things via this blog.
Or, to borrow from Perks, Happy-and-Sad-I'm-still-figuring-out-how-that-could-be Valentine's Day!
This week started roughly as I, this is how my letter began: 'in consideration of all factors and with much discernment,' have decided, after more than 12 months, to resign from my work in life insurance services. When I left, what I have brought with me, beyond the professional growth, the meeting and knowing people from different walks of life (some with touching lives) and the re-learned important (now very important) value of saving-saving-saving for our future (people know it's important but it's often neglected or set aside sadly), is the collection of moments of friendship -- laughter, love for food, even some badtrip moments. For people and things that went before, I know I'll often stop and think about them... Here's how leaving is certainly bittersweet.
It's official: I am office-based day-jobless. Basically, I am prioritizing. I need to cover personal matters (read: family/home obligations needing immediate attention) in an indefinite time. Also, what's almost certain to me on a more personal level is I need a break which the ever-indulging KitKat can't satiate. I need to stop commuting more or less 15 kilometers, to stop going to my full-time day job basically so I will have the time in order for me to reassess my life and get answers to personal questions.
Am I thrown in unknown waters?
In the near future (probably on the second half of this year of the snake) I know that I still have to land a desk job, or to simply be employed for sustainability's and stability's sake -- earn moolah, a portion of which will get me back on my saving track.
Or maybe yet I should do an On The Road. Ask for my parents' permission, pack my muted-colored basics, go backpacking and find more about life, but where? Here in the Philippines? In India? But I haven't saved enough to go Beats. It's a lifestyle.
Clearly though, this is not a severe sabbatical. With God's grace, I have my less-taxing (to work is to toil, they'd say; work should be challenging) endeavor in Product Development for Mr. Kengkoy Backpacks to flourish my love of one's neighbors -- our nanays in Albay -- and at least keep my thinking tank and working experience up and running, and I also have a production project to carry on in the coming weeks. Yes, carry on!
My So-Called Life.. to be continued.
With this change, however, I may talk and cover more things via this blog.
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