... Dad passed on without us being able to talk and sort things out. sometimes, no, make it often, it is difficult to really sit down and process every thing even when your family is known to be the most articulate and madaldal and opinionated. when it comes to intimate, personal, almost always sensitive matters, we all resort to either pakikiramdaman or let time do what needs to be done. or in this case, death. it seems that hurts just heal, pride and egos just get humbled bigtime and forgiveness happens. but should we forget? no, because it is always in the remembering that we learn. and as i write this, i am more convicted that honesty and trust boil to respect, and despite the seemingly given causal relationship these entail, i know, without a doubt, that these three cannot and will never stand without one another.
... i was thrown into a big bottomless sea of management --- two merged Units to lead, people to look after, work to be delivered, decisions to be made, professional life to enhance. a lot of those around me (in the workplace) tell me it was a well-deserved position. i only see it as two things: an opportunity for me to be more in control of managing resources and to give credit where due -- to my star staff, who did all the ground work and outputs. and when i think about it now, it's like a reality talent show. the kids either have it or they don't, and i'm an incidental Coach, who ensures that they shine bright and stay low-profile. (lucky me, all the kids have it, and all i do is ask the most provocative, out of the box questions or surface the most basic or complicated or complex or unseen probability or possibility out there. these are times when i get to see how brilliant i have become (ha!), either because i am naturally usisera or i was a Nancy Drew bookworm.)
... we are moving to a new place because our landlady does not have plans of renewing anyone because of a major renovation she plans to do --- demolish the compound and build townhomes. God is the kindest ever, knowing fully well that i'm still wearing my Life Vest in the workplace, that a home transfer is as chaotic and cardiac arrest-inducing as a reorg, He made things relatively easy-peasy for us. found an apartment that is big enough for bo lee tom and pink to have fun and call home.
... we need a new yaya for BLTP because a relative who looks after them just bolted out. and you realize malasakit is something that you cannot expect from just about everyone. you wish every one has it but sadly it hits you that even your blood relations do not have that for you.
but then again, you learn so many things at the most critical hours. you are reaffirmed of what you already believed in or you are changed from events passed.
in the end, you rise up to each and every occasion, taking with you past lessons, letting go of baggages and then you move on.
and because i remember, and i almost always learn the hard way, i walk on without looking back.
... i was thrown into a big bottomless sea of management --- two merged Units to lead, people to look after, work to be delivered, decisions to be made, professional life to enhance. a lot of those around me (in the workplace) tell me it was a well-deserved position. i only see it as two things: an opportunity for me to be more in control of managing resources and to give credit where due -- to my star staff, who did all the ground work and outputs. and when i think about it now, it's like a reality talent show. the kids either have it or they don't, and i'm an incidental Coach, who ensures that they shine bright and stay low-profile. (lucky me, all the kids have it, and all i do is ask the most provocative, out of the box questions or surface the most basic or complicated or complex or unseen probability or possibility out there. these are times when i get to see how brilliant i have become (ha!), either because i am naturally usisera or i was a Nancy Drew bookworm.)
... we are moving to a new place because our landlady does not have plans of renewing anyone because of a major renovation she plans to do --- demolish the compound and build townhomes. God is the kindest ever, knowing fully well that i'm still wearing my Life Vest in the workplace, that a home transfer is as chaotic and cardiac arrest-inducing as a reorg, He made things relatively easy-peasy for us. found an apartment that is big enough for bo lee tom and pink to have fun and call home.
... we need a new yaya for BLTP because a relative who looks after them just bolted out. and you realize malasakit is something that you cannot expect from just about everyone. you wish every one has it but sadly it hits you that even your blood relations do not have that for you.
but then again, you learn so many things at the most critical hours. you are reaffirmed of what you already believed in or you are changed from events passed.
in the end, you rise up to each and every occasion, taking with you past lessons, letting go of baggages and then you move on.
and because i remember, and i almost always learn the hard way, i walk on without looking back.
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