Work.
Itâs been a month now since I landed on my first job. I didnât quite comprehend on what would I feel about it. I somehow find it harder to get along to the people I work with than doing the given task. Not what I quite expected. I always thought I easily get along with people, only to realize that this would be different from making friends in school. Some are not as friendly as you expect them to be and some jokes may not be as funny as I thought they are. And silently cursing my self for being senseless in talking a lot.Â
I always wanted to learn something new but admittedly Iâm not a fast learner (I took the board exam for three times before I can finally passed). Which makes me felt really terrible on myself when my co-worker frustratingly answers my questions and smirk on my ignorance. While some other task are so easy that it makes you wonder why they have to hire a CPA to do it.
But whenever I find myself complaining on what I do and where I am now, it takes me back to think of the decisions I made on the first place. Back then, I always thought that Iâll be just living and working near home. I was so scared to be far form my comfort zone that not in a million times did I consider working in Manila. Until once upon a time, I was (partly) magically transformed and finally said âenough is enough.â The more I try to avoid my  anxiety and the pain related to it, the more possibilities and chances closing in. Shutting doors right in front of my face. So I did try Baguio for starters, and religiously wrote on my journal that Iâll be trying to work in Manila.
So here I am. Where everything seems like a race and yet you always find yourself stuck in a traffic jam. It wasnât easy. There had been times (like this) where my mind is in doubt of what I had been able to do now and had been capable of. But I always remind myself that my thoughts are just ahead of me and eventually Iâll be fine, I somehow finally knew how to play with my mindâs trick. And I had already signed myself for this anyway. Commitment and Acceptance. Committed to my goals and and acceptance to whatever thoughts and feelings associated with it. Leaving me no option but to just keep moving forward.















