It’s been a while. I never wrote any entries, apparently, and I have no idea how I was able to survive without feeding my dashboard with my thoughts. I may be preoccupied with work lately, but I think that’s not an excuse for not writing in this blog. In the first place, I have never done anything except writing. If you happen to visit the FB pages and the Twitter of the shows I manage, they’re flooded with posts which I myself wrote. My life has revolved pretty much around wracking my brains off in a good way. Well, my quandary, if you may call it, boils down to this: I love my job. My new job, that is. Yeah, you may have read it tons of times, but true. That feeling when you can actually say: Yes, I am happy with the way things are going in my life right now.
Looking back, 2013 has inundated me with so much blessings. I must say, I have emerged despite the hullabaloos of teaching life. For a PSD-stricken guy like me, responsibility is just another weight on my baggage. That “fateful” month of October, I knew that my academic responsibility just had to end. Sure, my contract ended at that time, and honestly, I was hoping to still get a teaching load. Unfortunately, decisions [from the higher ups] seemed a bit too shaky, so I did not keep my hopes too high. I had this feeling that the wind was blowing in an entirely different direction. Sounded like a popular song, but really, that kinda became the anthem of my life. Letting go wasn’t that easy. But I realize that as one gets older, it would be pathetic of him/her if s/he could not decide for himself/herself (gender-sensitivity alert here). At 30, I strongly feel that I haven’t really taken quite a giant leap in my life. Or probably I wasn’t really mindful about it. Only until now that I discover how the word “responsibility” is getting hold of me. It takes one to really, I mean really get out of the comfort zone to widen his/her horizon. At least, now, I can say and feel, that I am 30. Er, I mean, 31.
And yes, responsibility is good. I’m still a little bit of a Peter Pan, but who knows, embracing it fully might turn me into a Spiderman.