Siguro, sa bawat taon na lang, sinusubukan kong magsimula sa oras para dito. Isang mini-project, ang sabi ko sa asarili. Para naman kahit papaano, kung matapos ko ito, dadating ang feeling of accomplishment. Na for once, may pinlano kang simulang, at natapos mo ito.
Because heaven knows that that’s pretty difficult when you’re in Med--kung saan, never mong masasabing 100% kang handa sa ibabato sa iyong exam.
Day One | Lists & Prayers
What sorts of lists do you have on the go at the moment?
What do they suggest you are praying for?
Rather than lists, I find myself creating mind maps as a jump-off point. Maybe it’s a subconscious action to follow the habit of starting with the goal in mind, just so I am reminded with my Why—the purpose, the question behind the series of action.
Even my coach told me that I have the tendency to become too heady at times. An overthinker; so much so, that I find myself holding on to things that I should have allowed to just pass by. It is necessary, then, to have something that will ground me throughout the process.
From these maps with the simplest action points jotted down, I categorize, and then I come up with lists. Dahil mahirap nang mawala. (Because it is difficult to get lost.) Besides, it would be too bulky to carry around a sheet of recycled bond paper with multicolored notes. And I’d rather not see my map all creased and folded up.
With each list comes the prayer that I not forget, that I do not lose myself; that I make sure to factor in all my priorities in one day. With each list comes a prayer of hope that I do not break any more promises, because God knows that I have reached my quota this year. Dahil ang hirap na rin talagang bumawi. (Because it’s really hard to make up for it then.)
I’m being too hard on myself.
It’s taking its toll.
Maybe I should start making a mind map to get out of this habit.
Reverb 15 Day 9 what if you had to give someone a recipe for how to make a YOU? 1 Abounding love for a certain Bean 5 cups cats A library Loyalty Compassion A mother lion’s strength A survivor’s sorrow and joy A snow globe holding my childhood Love A dash of magic a soupçon of coffee a circuit board a tall glass of iced tea
Reverb Day 8: Alchemy and Serendipity The answer for serendipity is easy. It happened a little more than a year ago, but it has made my life immeasurably 016-Mutus Liber 1677- La Rochelles- Petrum Savovret-Bibliothèque Électronique Suisse better–finding a good friend again. Another friend happened to post an instagram pic of getting her hair done and who was doing her hair but one of my favorite…
Reverb Day 7 I am in such a holding pattern, I don’t know what I am the verdict of. Still here. Still trying to move forward but not lose touch with with the love, hearings and endings I’ve found from moving back home. It is a good place in Your best bet by theilr many ways and I’ve crossed over many ghosts. I’ve lost anger here and found friendship. There have been some tough things that have…
Reverb Day 6 Looking at the thoughts and patterns that may be holding you back from living the life you want, trace back through the generations of your family and see if your beliefs originated generations ago. In 2016, how can you bring healing to these patterns of thought that are holding you back? There are so many that go back in my family, that I hesitated on this one. These are the ones…
Reverb Day 5 Supposed to show a picture of myself on this one. I hate having my picture taken. I have a round head, an overbite and not much of a chin. I’m seeing wrinkles and I pick at my cuticles. I have finally outgrown the scare cut of a year ago August, thanks to the ministrations of my friend Paul, who doesn’t get impatient with my hair “thing”. Remember that waitresses song “Everything’s…
Reverb Day 4 There are ways to feel better when I’m just keeping my head above water. Unfortunately those are the hardest things to do when you find yourself in the middle of the ocean. Living in a house you might need to show at any time is very tiring. Having people you don’t know where you are living is tiring and odd. (Notice I don’t say ‘our home’ because it isn’t anymore. It’s waiting…
